"We're going straight to the Chaos Blade Sect!"
Before the enormous city, Lin Yanshan gave the order. The Golden-Feathered Roc beat its wings, whipping up wild winds as it hurtled toward the city gate.
At the same time, an oppressive aura of transforming force, massive as a mountain, erupted from Lin Yanshan and rolled toward the gate.
Atop the gate tower, several defending martial artists abruptly raised their heads. A golden silhouette that blotted out the sky filled their vision, its soaring demonic aura almost tangible. Their squad leader was frightened out of his wits and instinctively reached to blow the horn and light the signal fire.
But a moment later, the terrifying pressure unique to a Transforming Force Grandmaster surged over them like a tide, making every one of them shudder.
The horn in the squad leader's hand fell to the ground. He hastily lowered his head, cold sweat pouring off him as he squeezed out a warning through clenched teeth. "Quick, lower your heads! Don't look!"
The other defending martial artists dared not take another glance. They all bowed their heads, hardly daring to breathe.
A Transforming Force Grandmaster capable of commanding such a terrifying Demon Bird was far beyond their authority to question.
As long as he did nothing too outrageous, turning a blind eye was their best choice.
And if he really did do something outrageous, experts from the five great sects and three great clans would step forward. It was not for city guards like them to intervene.
In truth, the prefectural government had long since existed in name alone. There was no longer even a single imperial Transforming Force Grandmaster to be found anywhere in Xining Prefecture.
It could be said that every aspect of Xining Prefecture was now controlled by Martial Dao sects