The Palace Has Fallen?

Above Chang'an City.

Several figures swept past with the howling wind.

By the time they hurried to the front of True Lord Temple,

the enormous temple, once bustling with incense, had fallen deathly silent.

Large groups of Demon Suppression Guards clad in black robes with red patterns had already sealed off the surrounding streets so tightly that not even water could pass through.

Their blades were drawn halfway, their expressions grave.

Not even a flying bird could hope to approach.

Seeing that it was Old Red Flood Dragon and the others, the General of the Guard guarding the gate did not dare stop them. He hurriedly bowed and stepped aside to clear the way.

Old Red Flood Dragon crossed the high threshold and entered the main hall.

This was clearly one of the places in Great Tang he knew best... yet the oppressive atmosphere now felt strangely unfamiliar.

At the center of the hall, the pedestal that had originally held the statue of the True Lord was now empty.

Beneath the pedestal stood several of the most powerful figures in Great Tang.

The Son of Heaven stood with his hands behind his back in a bright-yellow dragon robe, his body trembling faintly.

Two old men with hair and beards as white as snow stood at his sides.

The Commander-in-Chief of the Demon Suppression Bureau, Bai Yulou, and the Deputy Commander, Zhao Zhongliu.

Behind them were You Wujiang, Lu Qinghou, Gu Wanlan, and the others.

"Investigate!"

The Emperor spun around and roared, "Such a huge Golden Body was right here in Chang'an City, right under My nose! How could it simply disappear?!"

When the Son of Heaven raged, everyone in the hall lowered their heads, silent as cicadas in winter.

Bai Yulou sighed and stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, calm your anger...