Ji Xuanyuan refused to yield an inch, which made Ji Yanxiu breathe a sigh of relief.
At the very least, this meant that the power he had painstakingly built up could be preserved.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the arena seemed to have frozen into something tangible, extraordinarily oppressive.
Ji Xuanyuan and Houtu stood their ground without giving an inch, as though the two sides might start fighting at any moment.
This was Shengjing City. The Imperial Court would not lose, nor could it lose—but if it truly tore all pretenses apart with the Underworld, how much would the Imperial Court stand to lose?
Especially since that mysterious Ksitigarbha of the Underworld had yet to make a move.
The Two Palaces of Heaven and Earth had not earned their reputations for nothing. In this Jianghu, those qualified to contend with Li Boyang of the Zaohua Taoist School were, at least in the Central Plains, only the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court and Ksitigarbha of the Underworld.
If the Imperial Court truly fell out with the Underworld this time and provoked Ksitigarbha into acting, it would absolutely not be a good thing for Great Zhou in its current state.
At that moment, Houtu suddenly said, "Fine. This time, I'll give Great Zhou some face. Liu Fengwu's death last time and this incident will be wiped clean with a single stroke. But if there is a second time, my Underworld will absolutely not let the matter rest!"
With that, Houtu directly led the others away, and the people of Great Zhou immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did Ji Xuanyuan turn his gaze toward Ji Yanxiu, saying coldly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, I hope you can keep your subordinates in check. Do not let them go around