Tai Lake Military Camp.
Lu Jingchun stood before the platform in heavy armor, a pair of Refined Iron Twin Halberds in hand.
He raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The sun blazed fiercely. Noon was close.
At his side stood three figures in Gold Robes.
Though all three wore Gold Robes, their methods were entirely different.
The stooped old man at the forefront came from the Taiyuan Wang Clan. Rumor had it that his Spirit Seal was the exceptionally superior Thunder Wood from the Martial Temple.
At this moment, his eyes were slightly closed. He appeared to be dozing, but in truth, the flow of energy around him had already stirred the heavens.
Across the once-clear sky, faint lightning serpents slithered about, hidden yet poised to strike.
Granny Liu, whose face was full of benevolence, possessed even stranger methods.
She carried no weapon in her hands, yet a chill faintly spilled from her sleeves.
As for the last one, the young You Wujiang.
He stood with his hands behind his back, carrying a ghastly pale longsword on his back.
Though the sword remained sheathed, its sharp sword intent already seemed barely restrained.
Lu Jingchun took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the twin halberds.
"The time is about right..."
Just as he was about to give the order to prepare.
"Report—!!!"
"What are you panicking for?!"
Lu Jingchun's brows abruptly furrowed, anger flashing through his eyes.
At an ordinary time, it would have been one thing.
But with three Gold-Robed Inspectors present and the arrow already on the string, rushing up now and disturbing the army's morale—who could bear the blame?
The Demon Suppression Guard rolled from his saddle, dismounted, then scrambled and crawled up the steps, holding a letter high with both hands.
"Reporting to