Crash!
Nie Yun attacked a commander without warning, instantly stunning the others. Aside from Fei Tong, the remaining seven commanders all gripped their weapons in unison, some even drawing the sabers at their waists.
For a moment, the entire courtyard bristled with murderous intent, pervaded by an atmosphere that filled people with dread.
"Stop!"
General Zhi Yao stepped forward, his face darkening. "Put down your weapons at once!"
He had seen the whole matter clearly. It was all that tactless commander's fault!
Honestly, that fellow had no sense at all. Even an idiot should have guessed that the youth's identity was extraordinary, seeing how amiably the general himself had spoken to him. Yet he had still dared to argue stubbornly. Wasn't that courting death?
While angered by his subordinate's lack of awareness, he was also secretly shocked.
When he had first met this "prince," the youth had only been at the Middle King Realm. He had struggled even against a Late King Realm expert, yet the power he had casually unleashed just now was actually comparable to a peak King Realm expert. Such progress... was simply too great!
Could this be the advantage of an Emperor's bloodline?
At that thought, he became even more certain of the youth's identity. Only the Emperor's closest bloodline could possess such terrifying progress. An ordinary person could never accomplish this.
Hearing the general's rebuke, the others were not fools. They immediately understood that the youth before them had no simple identity. They exchanged glances, then obediently and slowly sheathed their drawn weapons.
"My lord, please do not take offense. Let me explain this matter..."
Seeing that Nie Yun's gaze remained icy, and that he seemed ready to strike again if the injured commander said another word, Fan Zhong hurriedly stepped forward.
This matter had