Some people were naturally sensitive to the aura of evil demons.
Zhao Chungang was certain that Chen Mu had been too arrogant, looking down on others because of his talent. He had practiced an Evil Cultivation Art right within the Divine Court's territory without even bothering to rein himself in.
As a result, the Divine Court's imperial guards had detected him and brought men here specifically to punish him.
He watched over a hundred imperial guards stream into the courtyard, even the weakest of them at the peak of the Human Immortal Realm.
Only then did Zhao Chungang's wildly pounding heart finally settle somewhat.
He felt he truly was blessed with extraordinary luck.
Had these men arrived just a few seconds later, he might already have departed this world, just like the other corpses lying on the ground.
"Quick! Arrest these evil cultivators and throw them into the Heavenly Prison!" Zhao Chungang cried excitedly.
He wanted to use the Divine Court to eliminate those two threats, Chen Mu and Ye Chengtian.
Once someone entered a place like the Heavenly Prison, escape was utterly impossible.
With Ye Chengtian, their bargain-basement patriarch, gone, the Ye Family would be a host of dragons without a head. Zhao Chungang would only need to gather some men to catch them completely off guard.
Then he could successfully seize control of the entire Ye Family.
Just as Zhao Chungang thought everything would unfold exactly as he had envisioned-
Smack!
A sharp, resounding slap rang throughout the courtyard, drowning out the faint rustle of flames in the wind.
Clutching his cheek, Zhao Chungang looked at the man who had approached him, whose armor was clearly several grades finer than everyone else's. Bewildered, he asked, "Sir, wh-what is this?"
To his utter surprise, light flashed as the general