Wan'er's Sword (Part One)

At that moment, Feng Xiuyun of the Brightmoon Manor was not the only one stepping forward.

The Grand Marshal, Qin Yanyu, the commander of the imperial guards, and more than a dozen Spirit Transformation cultivators from Kaifeng Imperial City stepped forward as well.

Along with the mysterious young priest, they moved in an instant, surrounding the four of Sa Tongtian.

What difference would it make if they waited for the old man and Murong Wan'er to finish that jug of spirit wine?

In Her Majesty the Empress's eyes, not just the old priest but the three who had suddenly appeared were as good as dead.

She glanced at the sky. There was still time, so she wasn't in a hurry.

She wanted to see whether that damned Hu Keke would suddenly appear before her.

"Wait..."

Just as Feng Xiuyun took a step forward, ready to attack, Feng Hao suddenly shouted.

He looked at Feng Yanran and said, "Feng Yanran, don't tell me you're really afraid?"

Feng Yanran trembled with rage. "Afraid?"

Feng Hao ignored her and turned to Feng Xiuyun, whose face was dark with displeasure. "Are you afraid my master will take a sip of wine and then slap you to death?"

"So you're afraid of dying, too?"

Feng Xiuyun eyed the old man, who was holding the wine jug and drinking, then gave a cold laugh. "Don't worry. I'll wait and see you turn the heavens upside down!"

At that, Sa Tongtian simply plopped down on the ground and began circulating his qi in meditation.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded.

Was this a breakthrough at a critical juncture, or a last-minute attempt to cram?

Could drinking half a jug of wine really turn the heavens upside down in the face of absolute power?

A commotion broke out before the Imperial