Deep within the palace, Xu Tianran sat silently behind his great desk.
His gaze swept inch by inch over the secret reports on the desk, and an irrepressible gleam of excitement finally rose in his eyes.
In just one day, all six elders had been killed, and the power displayed by those so-called angels was so overwhelming that it sent a tremor through his heart.
Every angel possessed combat strength at least on par with a Titled Douluo and could even kill one in a head-on confrontation. The strongest among them could rival a Super Douluo.
Only now did Xu Tianran truly understand just how vast and terrifying a force lay behind the name Li Qingming.
Yet whenever he thought of Feng Ling, who had remained hidden deep within the Sun Moon Empire's capital, his brows involuntarily furrowed.
Naturally, he knew about her. After all, he had taken Ye Xishui as his adoptive mother in his earlier years, so he knew something of the Holy Spirit Cult's internal affairs.
But the more he knew, the more worried he became.
Because Feng Ling was far from weak.
She was a rank ninety-seven Super Douluo. Aside from Zhongli Wu, whose hiding place was unknown, she was already a force that could only be called terrifying.
A figure like her remained concealed within the Imperial City, refusing to leave and quietly covering every trace of the Xishui Alliance. Her purpose hardly needed questioning.
Beyond evading Li Qingming's pursuit, she most likely intended to strike at him, or even had other designs on the imperial family.
Xu Tianran did not know what to do about this either.
So he had simply passed the information directly to Li Qingming, which was also why Li Qingming had come in person some time earlier.
Just as he