Five Peaks Prefecture.
Celestial City.
Marquis's Manor, Council Hall.
Violet-Clad Marquis Zhou Sheng sat upright in the seat of honor, clad in a purple robe embroidered with pythons, his brow heavy with concern.
Zhong Yue sat below him. The tea in front of them had long gone cold, yet neither had any mind to drink.
"The message was sent seven days ago. By rights, there should have been a reply by now, and His Majesty should have made a decision. How could the Five Peaks Prefecture outside possibly withstand the Yellow Heaven Cult's power alone?" Zhong Yue said, his voice somewhat hoarse.
As he spoke, pain also flickered across his face.
"Is your injury all right?" Zhou Sheng asked, glancing at Zhong Yue.
"I can still bear it!" Zhong Yue nodded, then said, "The Heavenly Kings truly possess terrifying strength. I really don't know how that Yellow Heaven Daoist cultivated so many Immortal Dao experts. The Twelve Heavenly Kings are all Yang God realm experts. Even in this day and age, every one of them is far stronger than an ordinary second-rank Grandmaster."
At this, Zhou Sheng's brows furrowed tightly.
"Against an army led by two Heavenly Kings, if we clash head-on, I can at most hold one of them back. The other Heavenly King, along with several Yellow Heaven Cult elders and several thousand cultists, is simply beyond what our Five Peaks Inspection Office can resist with its current strength." Zhou Sheng's voice was low as his knuckles lightly tapped the tabletop.
"Marquis, if it truly comes to it, I'll stake this life of mine! If I can delay them for two or three days, the reinforcements from the royal capital should arrive!" Zhong Yue gritted his teeth.
Zhou Sheng shook his head. "You were injured in a single