She turned to look toward the depths of the imperial palace and rolled her wrists. "Watch over your respective national guardian formations and the imperial family. I'll go in now and drag that old devil out and beat him to death."
"Miss Su, wait!"
Seeing that Su Yueli was about to make a move by force, the old man on the left hurriedly stopped her. "Motian Xing was once renowned across the world. He is incomparably cunning and sly, with endless secret arts for preserving his life!"
"Now that he has seized His Majesty's imperial momentum and the palace's dragon aura, if we cannot kill him in a single strike, then once he senses something amiss and escapes, finding him again in this vast world will be like looking for a needle in the sea!"
Su Yueli halted, her phoenix eyes lifting slightly. "Then what is your plan?"
The old man on the right lowered his voice and said gravely, "The two of us are Great Zhao's national guardian sword saints and hold the pivotal formation seals of the imperial palace formation. We can secretly activate the Heaven-Locking Spirit-Sealing Sword Formation, sealing the entire palace and cutting off all escaping light and spatial fluctuations."
"At the same time, the two of us will force our way into the Golden Palace Hall under the pretext of discussing major military and state affairs, drawing His Majesty's... that old devil's attention."
The old man on the left took over. "Then, Miss Su, find an opening and kill him in one blow! So long as we cut off that old devil's escape route, even if he has ten lives today, he can forget about escaping the Great Zhao Imperial Palace!"
"..."
At the same time, inside the Golden Palace Hall.
The ministers knelt in