Not Yet Fulfilled

The boundless leaves fell with a soft rustle.

The tribulation lightning wove across the sky, about to strike the emperor on the head.

Yet the lord in Wang Xian's eyes still hadn't spoken to him. He still planned to endure the final bolt of tribulation lightning head-on.

Wang Xian watched the black-clad figures darting toward the mountaintop, his expression complicated and his heart sinking.

He hadn't expected the emperor to break through after attaining enlightenment in a single morning.

Even less had he expected that Nan Shan Temple, just outside the imperial city, would harbor assassins from an unknown land—even ones at the Spirit Transformation realm.

He wondered: as commander of the imperial guards, shouldn't Wu Xin be protecting His Majesty, never leaving his side?

He had to admire the black-clad figures' choice of timing. Just moments ago, the two princes had left with hundreds of imperial guards.

And now these fellows were about to launch a merciless assassination on the mountaintop.

Then again, could it be that someone in the imperial palace and an elder sent by the barbarian army had been lying low in Jinling Imperial City for some time?

Had everything been for the perfect moment to strike?

It did seem plausible. After all, how could the barbarian army possibly know that the emperor in the Southern Border capital had already been replaced?

If these fellows had received word that he was back in Jinling, how would they dare show up at the scene of the emperor's tribulation right now?

They were asking for death!

Just as he was wondering whether to dig a pit on the mountaintop and bury them in it,

Brother Li Dalu's voice sounded in his ear... Wang Xian paused in surprise, gazing at the black-clad figures darting through the mountains as he