Night lay heavy.
Deathly silence returned to heaven and earth.
After a brief silence, earthshaking cheers erupted throughout Chang'an.
Countless ordinary citizens and low-ranking martial artists struggled up from the rubble, ignoring their injuries as they screamed the Princess Royal's title.
In their eyes, it was simple.
Demons had come, Her Highness the Princess Royal had acted, and the demons had died.
Her Highness the Princess Royal was invincible beneath heaven. That was an iron law long acknowledged throughout Great Tang.
But to the cultivators who had truly reached the heights of martial cultivation, the scene before them was far more staggering than the invincibility the common people saw.
Lu Changfeng lay in the muddy water, letting the cold night rain beat against his face as he gazed dazedly at the white-robed figure in the sky.
Born into an aristocratic clan, he naturally saw more clearly than others.
The aura and reserves she possessed were countless times more formidable than those of the eminent elders of a Dao orthodoxy.
He had thought Jiang Yuechu could win.
After all, this young woman always concealed trump cards no one could fathom.
But he had expected a bitter, utterly brutal battle-a pyrrhic victory won by exhausting everything she had.
Who could have imagined such an overwhelming frontal victory, sweeping everything aside like rotten wood?
That unreasonable strength utterly shattered Lu Changfeng's understanding of the principles of cultivation.
The High Ancestor shakily straightened.
He turned to look at Bai Yulou and Zhao Zhongliu beside him.
These two pillars of Great Tang's Demon Suppression Office were likewise deathly pale and dazed.
High in the sky.
Jiang Yuechu stood quietly in the void, letting the night wind stir her white robes.
Several lines of text appeared before her eyes.
``` [Slain a Chessmaster Realm creature. Obtained