"Fifth Princess, times have changed. The dynasty has its own rules now. Please step aside."
The cultivators of the various factions formed spell arrays. Someone called out a warning, but Zishu Feng no longer cared who it was. She exhaled softly. These factions, which had risen after the Zishu Family conquered the realm, had grown their wings and now bared their sharp claws and fangs at their masters.
She glanced around. The spell arrays above the clouds left her struggling to breathe despite her Dao Integration Realm strength.
Ancient memories rose in her heart.
She had encountered scenes like this before. In the dynasty's glorious days under her imperial father, human cultivators had surrounded their enemies just like this. They had been just as haughty, caring nothing for the noble bloodlines of other races.
Only, she had once been among those laying siege. Now she had become the outsider instead, and desolation welled up within her.
She looked at the people all around her. A trace of pity even flickered across some of their faces. Where had that pity come from? Zishu Feng could not understand. If they meant to rebel, then rebel. Why put on such a hypocritical show?
Cold winds whispered through the cloudy sky, snapping Zishu Feng's blue robes. Suddenly, the cultivators around her hardened their gazes.
Dao Integration Realm Dao resonance rose around Zishu Feng, and everyone recoiled in alarm. The dynasty's Fifth Princess raised her right arm slightly. The Dao and laws of heaven and earth surged toward her, forming a vortex in her hand. Amid that earth-shaking power, a pole gradually materialized in her grasp. An embroidered banner unfurled from it in the wind, its nine-clawed golden dragon gleaming brilliantly, as though poised to choose someone to devour!
"A spirit treasure—the Nine-Clawed Golden Dragon