Northern frontier, True Stability Prefecture.
Because of the earlier heavenly anomaly, coupled with the Xuan Court's bone-scraping oppression, rebellions were rising one after another.
Within True Stability Prefecture was the largest rebel force. Its leader called himself the "King of Han" and had captured nine cities in a single day.
The imperial army was no match for them.
The Xuan Court knew of this, so it directly dispatched an adept!
"Kill the traitors! Kill them!"
"The court is corrupt, the Mystic Emperor is without virtue—fight them to the death!"
The tens of thousands of disorderly insurgents did not even have uniform armor or banners, but their morale was soaring as they relentlessly pursued a remnant force of imperial soldiers.
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
A fierce wind swept through.
King of Han looked up. As a Tianshu martial artist, he immediately spotted a figure—a figure standing in midair!
"An adept?"
Fear flashed across his face before he shouted, "Ji Shengshi is cruel and tyrannical! Why do you still help him? Why do you still help the Ji family? ...I swear, if I win this realm, I will enfeoff kings throughout the land. Every adept may carve out territory and rule as a king, with hereditary succession unbroken forever!"
In King of Han's view, everyone had their own selfish desires!
And the Xuan Court's treatment of adepts was truly mediocre. Even a king like the Prince of Pingyang held nothing more than an empty title, pleasant-sounding words and nothing else.
Before tangible benefits, even one's closest flesh and blood could betray each other—let alone adepts who possessed power themselves?
Yet he was soon disappointed.
The adept merely looked down at them, his expression unchanged, then suddenly waved a hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The gale howled as blades of azure wind descended. Though thin