"..."
Above the Great Zhao imperial palace, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
The two Fourteenth Realm sword saints who guarded the nation hovered in midair. Looking at the massive breach smashed into the Heaven-Locking Spirit-Sealing Sword Formation, then at the white streak that had vanished into the northern horizon, their faces darkened.
"Brother, that female martial artist has gone after him. Should we follow?" The sword saint on the right gripped his sword hilt, the killing intent in his eyes not yet faded, his breathing somewhat hurried.
The gray-robed sword saint on the left raised a hand to stop him and let out a long sigh.
His expression was incomparably grave. "We cannot catch them. That old devil used Nine Nether Disintegration; his clone's escape speed is extremely fast. Besides, Miss Su's perception of Qi and Blood far surpasses ours. Leave him to her."
He turned his head toward the Golden Palace Hall below, which had descended into chaos, and frowned.
Their most urgent task was to stabilize Great Zhao's situation. The emperor had perished, and turmoil was imminent across the realm. They had to return to the palace at once, assist Crown Prince Zhao Jing in ascending the throne, and steady the foundation of the state.
They absolutely could not give the neighboring nations or the petty villains within the court an opening to exploit.
The sword saint on the right gritted his teeth and glanced back north. He could only sheathe his sword. "Fine! That old devil is getting off easy. I only hope that female martial artist tears him into ten thousand pieces!"
As his words fell, two streaks of sword light tore through the sky and turned back toward the depths of the chaotic imperial palace.
"..."
Far north of Great Zhao, high above the