Han Yu's Soul Power formed a spatial domain, instantly enveloping Ling Yuan and Zhu Zhuqing.
With their presences completely concealed, the three sped south.
Fierce winds howled outside the domain, but within, it was as calm as a quiet room.
Looking down at the mountains, rivers, and cities racing past beneath her, Zhu Zhuqing spoke softly:
"Since Ning Fengzhi has already declared his submission, Chen Xin won't be able to stir up any trouble, however unwilling he might be.
But the situation in the Star Luo Empire is probably far bloodier than in Heaven Dou."
Han Yu remained composed.
"The Star Luo Empire's method of selecting its imperial heirs has always been to pit them against one another until only one survives.
Dai Mubai kept his ambitions hidden for years. With the troops and resources I secretly allocated to him, he has long since dropped his disguise.
The Star Luo Empire is now a battlefield where two white tigers fight to the death."
Ling Yuan covered her lips and chuckled.
"Dai Mubai has the two batches of superior Soul Tools we supplied, and he has rallied the thirty thousand Tiger Guard troops originally stationed in the Southern Territory. Dai Weisi, meanwhile, has the full support of Star Luo's old emperor and the Nether Duke's Estate.
I heard they clashed in Longyuan Province not long ago. Dai Weisi lost three strategic cities in succession, then sent out the Zhu Clan's secret assassination squad in a fit of humiliation and rage."
A trace of bone-chilling cold flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
"The Nether Duke's Estate's Shadow Hundred Guards.
Ever since we were children, those people have been the executioner's blade hanging over the heads of the clan's descendants.
If Dai Weisi dared to deploy them, he must already be desperate."
Han Yu