Below One Person, Above Ten Thousand

The voice swept viciously through the entire Night Emperor Hall, and Ji Tan's expression froze.

At a time like this, someone actually dared to come and cause a disturbance.

No matter what they were feeling, all the ministers were utterly astonished. They all turned to look outside the hall. At a time like this, who still had the audacity to call himself peerlessly meritorious?

Clang! Clang! Clang...

At the same time, one Imperial City Guard expert after another drew their weapons, surrounding the person outside the hall.

Huang Yu, commander of the Imperial City Guard, also rushed out. When he saw who stood outside, he cried out softly, "Sikong Jing!"

Those three words crashed fiercely into the Night Emperor Hall once more.

Every minister and the bitter princes within the hall shuddered violently. To them now, that name was like thunder ringing in their ears!

With a bang, Ji Tan rose to his feet in shock, staring fixedly at the young man at the entrance to the hall.

Of course, he had not forgotten Sikong Jing's appearance. At this moment, the latter wore a fitted black outfit beneath a broad outer robe. His left hand was tucked deep within his sleeve, while his right hand hung outside.

That appearance gave him an inexplicable air of a master.

Yet Ji Tan had no mood to admire Sikong Jing's heroic bearing. His expression changed wildly. Sikong Jing had actually returned at a time like this—and how had he reached the Night Emperor Hall so quickly?

Damn it, what were the Imperial City Guard even doing?

At that moment, sensing Ji Tan's furious gaze, Huang Yu hurriedly demanded, "Sikong Jing, how did you get in?"

An inexplicable panic rose in his heart. Sikong Jing's name was simply too formidable. Even though experts filled