White light flashed past, and two heads shot into the sky.
Zhao Haoran brought his palms down together, pulverizing the Shi brothers' corpses into mud. Then his sword light swept out, smashing the imperial study into utter ruin.
Having fabricated the crime scene of a powerful enemy's surprise attack, he fixed Fan Hefeng with a burning gaze. Without any visible movement, Fan Hefeng dismantled the old emperor's corpse like a puppet on strings, leaving it torn to pieces.
"You are clever indeed. You sensed this king's intentions. But alas, you were too clever—you learned what you should not have known."
Zhao Haoran spoke softly. With his eyes closed, he observed the battle in the square and frowned deeply. "The little devil empress's methods are three parts stronger than this king anticipated. Even Xiweng and Beiyao joining forces cannot take her down..."
No one knew what method Zhao Haoran had used, but like one with eyes that could see a thousand miles, he took in every detail of the square. The current situation differed greatly from his planned arrangements. After a brief ponder, he came up with a plan to turn the enemy's scheme against them.
No matter what, the old emperor had to die at the hands of martial artists. Xiweng or Beiyao would do. One of them would collude with Fan Hefeng to assassinate the sovereign, while he, Zhao Haoran, would join forces with the remaining Divine Constables, suffer grave wounds in a hard-won victory, and slay the fiends to avenge the old emperor.
"She is merely someone stirring up trouble. Kill her, and that will be that."
Zhao Haoran did not think it was much of a problem. He had plotted for this day for a long time. Fate was on his side; there was no reason he