"When our forces entered the Solar System, Mr. Tantai Jing, the leader of the Spirit Research Society's Seven, and Mr. Wang Jingyang had both actually appeared on Earth. My advisers told me they were very likely lying in wait here to assassinate me," Brunhild said with a smile.
Assassination might not be very dignified, but it was often effective. And the people of the Spirit Research Society were certainly capable of such a thing. During the rebellion on Earth, the Society's founder had charged into Imperial territory with nothing but a sword. Someone like that couldn't have been planning to go sightseeing, could he?
If his divine arts hadn't been incomplete, perhaps he really would have stormed the Celestial Domain, killing one person with every stroke of his sword.
During the rebellion that lasted more than fifty years, Lan Jiufeng's nickname certainly wasn't "Immortal." It was more along the lines of "Sword Fiend," "Bloodied Hand," or "Butcher."
Like master, like disciple. The members of the Spirit Research Society might always call themselves Daoists who had no quarrel with the world, but in the eyes of most psychics, they were a bunch of hotheaded guys who'd start a fight over the slightest disagreement.
When the Dawn Angel truly entered the Solar System, everyone from the Privy Council down to the ordinary soldiers reached the same conclusion: although intelligence indicated that the Spirit Research Society's training grounds in the plateau's snowy mountains had been abandoned, they couldn't rule out the possibility that some disciples had remained on Earth, ready to commit treason.
The harm they could inflict on the Imperial Army would far exceed that of the Commonwealth forces' remaining troops.
The Galactic Empire could afford to lose another four or five Titan-class ships, but it could hardly bear to lose Brunhild,