753. Who the hell said it's been a long time

Guan Yue said nothing. He stood behind Dong Zi'an and Yu Guanzhi, arms folded across his chest, the black robes of the War God Temple fluttering in the wind. His expression was calm as still water. His gaze lingered on Situ Xuan for a moment, then moved away. He did not seem especially interested in this standoff.

Ao Rui stood behind Guan Yue, eyes half-closed as if dozing. But his Soul Power had already begun circulating, and the temperature of his Haori martial soul was rising inside him, making even the surrounding air turn dry and hot.

The lightning around Jiang Zhanheng's hands grew brighter and brighter. The Soul Power of his Thunder Flame Spear martial soul surged through his meridians, giving off faint crackling sounds.

Nangong Yi still made no move. He simply stood there like a block of wood. But his aura had already locked on to everyone atop the city wall. The moment there was any unusual movement, he would strike at once.

Situ Xuan looked at the people below, and his smile deepened.

"Order? What order? The order where Shrek Academy rides on the Federation's head? The order where aristocratic clans control state affairs? Or the order where common-born soldiers can never get promoted?"

His voice suddenly rose, exploding atop the city wall.

"What's the point of keeping that kind of order around!"

The corner of Dong Zi'an's eye twitched. His fists clenched, and cyan Soul Power gathered over his knuckles.

"Situ Xuan, you're courting death."

"Am I?"

Situ Xuan jumped down from the city wall and landed on the ground, standing before Dong Zi'an. The distance between them was less than three meters.

His black coat flared up the instant he landed, then fell back down. His eyes stared straight into Dong Zi'an's huge, bell-like