Mount Tai could collapse before them without changing their expressions—such composure was essential for anyone in a position of power. Ji Haodian naturally possessed it.
Even though he could already feel the terrifying chill of He Wushan's sword, he felt not the slightest fear. Instead, he told Sun Buhai to continue.
Of course, Ji Haodian's confidence didn't come from blind faith. He had a trump card of his own.
Though Ji Haodian could appear generous in certain matters, he actually trusted no one. The only person he truly trusted was himself.
Earlier, he had sent Su Xin to retrieve the Spirit-Condensing Flower, but he'd also sent Nan Heng along.
This time, when the Esoteric Sect's True Martial Realm powerhouse, Baori Tathagata Suonanche, had secretly come to Shengjing City, neither the military, the Six Fan Sect, nor the Imperial Offering Hall had known. Only members of the Ji Imperial Clan had been privy to it.
As for the trump card in Ji Haodian's hand, only he knew about it. He hadn't even told the members of the Ji Imperial Clan.
The imperial palace in Shengjing City was vast, with several hidden halls inside. Why, then, had Ji Haodian chosen to undergo the Primordial Spirit transplant in plain sight instead of in one of those secluded places?
The answer was simple: this was where Ji Haodian had laid his trump card.
Buried beneath Ji Haodian's dragon throne were Forbidden Puppets crafted long ago by the ancient Mo Sect.
The Mo Sect championed universal love and non-aggression. It was undoubtedly a righteous sect in the Martial Arts World.
Yet in ancient times, some of its disciples had fallen into demonic ways, researching forbidden arts.
Beneath Ji Haodian's dragon throne lay three Forbidden Puppets, forged by the Mo Sect from living Yang Spirit Realm