Like a Divine Lord Descending to Earth, Looking Down upon the Mortal World's Dread Sovereigns

The newcomer was none other than Bai Yulou.

The old man who had once burned his Heart Lamp dry in Luling to hold back a Demon Sage.

Though the Cold Jade Udumbara Jiang Yuechu brought back had saved him, and his Heart Lamp had shown signs of rekindling afterward.

His recovery had hardly been swift.

Now.

The commander-in-chief of the Great Tang's Demon Suppression Office.

Had actually dragged his broken body, barely recovered at all.

Back here to stand once more!

"Master!!!"

Lü Qinghou and Gu Wanlan looked stricken. Others might not know, but as his personal disciples, how could they not understand the old man's condition?

The Cold Jade Udumbara had barely kept a breath of life in him.

Striding through empty air like this... had probably exhausted every last scrap of his strength. How could he possibly fight?!

"That old bastard... already at death's door, and he still has to play the hero! You're the only capable one here, is that it?!"

Zhao Zhongliu cursed, yet drew the iron mace at his waist.

The next instant.

Three figures shot into the sky.

Not one of those from the Demon Suppression Office looked back.

As Lü Qinghou propelled himself higher, he roared down at those below, "What are you still standing around for? If the Imperial City falls and the Li Clan is wiped out, do you really think these beasts will spare you?!"

"When the nest is overturned, can any egg remain whole?!"

"Do you need me to teach you even that?!"

At Lü Qinghou's reminder, the patriarchs of the Aristocratic Clans finally came to their senses.

Boom-

An aura surged up from the ground.

Once someone took the lead, others followed.

Within mere breaths.

Streaks of light rose throughout Chang'an.

More than a dozen Mountain-Viewing Realm Martial