The crowd seethed with outrage.
Civil officials and military officers alike had eyes red with fury.
First, Cheng Buxiu had been humiliated while kneeling at the mountain gates; now, Zhao Zhongliu had been struck before the hall.
Even if this was Five Immortals Mountain, even if these were the immortals of legend who acknowledged no one above them.
To trample people like this, to act with such utter lawlessness.
The High Ancestor's face was livid, his aura surging as he stared fixedly at the child.
If not for his concern for the city's people, he would already have attacked and staked his life on it.
Facing the crowd's boiling fury, the child showed not the slightest fear.
He was Red Toad True Person's foremost disciple, bearer of the Red Immortal Inheritance.
Though he looked like a child of seven or eight, his cultivation had long since reached burning lamp perfection.
Never mind the decrepit High Ancestor of the Li Clan.
Even if all the ants in this city swarmed him at once.
In his eyes, it would merely take a little extra effort. With a turn of his palm, he could suppress them all.
However.
The child lowered his eyelids slightly, recalling Red Toad True Person's command.
He had descended the mountain this time solely for the woman blessed with immense providence.
If he slaughtered people in the Imperial City, becoming stained with this dynasty's karmic entanglements, damaging his Dao heart and impairing his cultivation, he would surely face punishment upon returning.
At that thought, he curled his lip in waning interest, the killing intent in his eyes gradually fading.
"Fine, fine."
He casually sat cross-legged atop the red cloud, propping his cheek on one hand, utterly bored.
"Since the person I'm here for isn't here, I'll wait a while."