"My Marquis of Zhao-"
Jiang Yunxu's face had gone pale. Alone, he resisted the murderous assaults of five Grand True Persons and more than ten True Persons. Even with the power of the Greenwood Cave Abode's fourth-tier formation and the Everlife Sword, he still struggled.
Yet his eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance. A cold smile slipped across his lips as he raised a hand and pointed at Lady Ruyi and the other Golden Core cultivators. Unfathomable laws swirled around him. "Exterminate these rebels-for me."
Boom!
The shock had yet to leave Long Zhao's face when his body unleashed waves of magical power beyond his control. That surging power became nine great dragons with flying claws and scales, sweeping outward with a thunderous roar.
Their target was not Jiang Yunxu, but the gathered Golden Core cultivators.
Aaah-stop! I am the emperor ordained by Heaven! How can I be driven by another?
Long Zhao roared inwardly. Since establishing the Zhao Kingdom, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? The savage shock twisted his face, and blood dripped from his eyes.
Yet he could not resist. Instead, he squeezed every last scrap of power from his body, fighting Lady Ruyi and the others without regard for his life.
Lady Ruyi, the master of the Heavenly Being Pavilion, the lord of Nine Origin Mountain, and the other Grand True Persons were horrified. They had never imagined that their greatest ally would fall under Jiang Yunxu's control so easily.
And from Jiang Yunxu's words, it seemed he had begun planning for this very day more than a hundred and fifty years ago.
A hundred and fifty years ago-what happened more than a hundred and fifty years ago? When-when did I fall into his trap?
Long Zhao made no attempt to defend himself, fighting as