Qin Shaofeng directly transformed into lightning, and even the turbulent spatial currents could do nothing to him.
However, as time passed, the two of them were swept farther and farther apart.
At last, a violent spatial fluctuation arose, and Qin Shaofeng felt his vision go black.
When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him had completely changed.
Looking up, he saw an ornate dome.
Wind howled by his ears, while his body carried the sensation of falling.
Qin Shaofeng instinctively controlled his body and landed steadily on the ground.
A burst of startled cries erupted around him, followed by a shrill, genderless voice:
"Guards! Seize the assassin!"
Hearing this, Qin Shaofeng was slightly bewildered.
But he quickly came back to his senses and looked around.
He found himself seemingly inside the palace of a mortal emperor.
Before him stood the civil and military officials.
Behind him sat a middle-aged man in dragon robes upon the imperial throne, his face filled with terror.
The owner of that shrill, genderless voice was none other than an elderly eunuch with white hair and beard, holding a whisk.
The corner of Qin Shaofeng's mouth twitched.
It really was the palace of a mortal emperor!
He took a deep breath and said directly, "I am not a villain. Please calm down a little!"
Qin Shaofeng had been injured by the Void Gale and the Power of Space while passing through the turbulent spatial currents, so he was not in particularly good condition now.
His strength was even less than one percent of what it had been.
Upon hearing this, the old eunuch grew even more nervous and shrieked:
"Where are the imperial armed guards?"
Before long, twelve saber-bearing guards in splendid attire flashed into the hall.
The youngest among them was already over