The cold night was so long, and dawn never came. The assassination of an Imperial Prince was a momentous event that shook the imperial city. Within less than an hour, nearly all the imperial nobles had learned of it.
One after another, the great figures of the royal clan were startled awake from their dreams. Looking toward the skies above the imperial city, their expressions were grave. The heavens over the Three Imperial Cities were about to change.
Within a side chamber of the First Prince's Manor, Xuan Zhen looked at the unconscious Twelfth Prince lying on the bed, a faint worry on his face.
"Brother."
Xuan Yu approached, looked at the figure standing silently by the bed, and asked, "Twelfth Brother still hasn't awakened?"
Xuan Zhen gently shook his head. "Xuan Xiu's injuries are severe. It will not be a matter of one or two days before he wakes."
Xuan Yu sighed softly. "I never thought Twelfth Brother would suffer such a calamity."
"Xuan Xiu's blood will not be spilled in vain. I will make the murderer repay this blood debt with blood."
Xuan Zhen clenched his fists, killing intent flashing in his eyes. His forbearance over all these years had instead allowed certain people to grow ever more excessive. This time, he would endure no longer.
As the two spoke, figures clad in black appeared outside the First Prince's Manor. Soundless and silent, they swept into the estate.
The next instant, slaughter began. A spray of fresh blood splashed into the air, adorning the night with a glaring crimson.
The five black-clad men were all above the King Realm. Their terrifying cultivation completely suppressed the manor guards. It was a massacre without suspense; within several breaths, the guards in the manor had nearly been slaughtered clean.
"Something's wrong!"