At that moment.
The long street had already fallen deathly silent.
Overhead, drifting clouds hung low, and more than a dozen terrifying auras mingled together, like Mount Tai collapsing upon them.
Before such blazing heavenly might, the common people had long since been scared out of their wits.
They could not even summon the thought of stealing a glance.
The Demon-Suppression Guards exchanged looks, their eyes filled with bewilderment and helplessness.
Though they possessed some cultivation of their own.
Before these lofty Tower-Climbing Martial Immortals, how were they any different from the common people?
Their lives and deaths could likewise be decided with a single thought...
They could not even hold out a little longer.
Yet when their gazes fell upon the young woman.
Their panicked hearts miraculously steadied somewhat.
Not one of them felt the slightest resentment.
Nor did anyone wonder why Her Highness had provoked such formidable enemies.
They knew only that, without the young woman before them, Great Tang would already have become a living hell during the earlier demonic onslaught.
"Your Highness..."
The Demon-Suppression deputy general finally braved the suffocating pressure and forced himself to step forward.
"These people have come with ill intent. I fear this cannot end peacefully. Shall I notify the Head Office at once and ask Deputy Commander Zhao..."
At his words.
Jiang Yuechu turned her head. "No need."
She raised her hand slightly, her tone level.
"Withdraw. Get farther away, and do not linger here."
"..."
The deputy general drew a deep breath and shouted, "Withdraw!"
Though the guards were unwilling, they knew that remaining here would accomplish nothing beyond distracting Her Highness.
They could only grit their teeth and retreat like an ebbing tide.
The street immediately became much emptier.
Old Red Flood Dragon stood behind Jiang Yuechu, torn with