The next day, Yunlin County's main street was packed so tightly that not even water could have seeped through.
Everyone craned their necks to look toward the middle of the street, a buzz of conversation still rising from their mouths.
"That's the Nine Evil Sect's Grand Steward?"
"Good heavens, Qi-Blood Sixth Level! How many people must he have killed?"
"Look at that prison wagon. Made of Black Iron, like an iron can."
"The Heaven Patrol Office really spared no expense this time. Eight experts at the perfected fourth qi-blood level escorting him-is this really the Nine Evil Sect's Grand Steward?"
Yi Yang stood at the edge of the crowd without pushing his way in. His gaze passed through the layers of people and settled on the prison wagon moving slowly down the middle of the street.
Eight black-armored elites from the Heaven Patrol Office escorted the wagon. Their steps were perfectly synchronized, their boots striking the stone paving with dull, rhythmic thuds. Each kept a hand on the saber at his waist, sharp eyes sweeping their surroundings.
The compartment was built from thick, heavy plates of Black Iron, with only a small window at the top sealed by iron bars. The wagon curtain hung down, dark and opaque, hiding everything inside. Yet even from this distance, Yi Yang's keen senses still caught a trace of an unusual aura.
It was an intense, oppressive pulse of blood energy, like a wounded beast locked in an iron cage. Though barely clinging to life, the ferocity in its bones remained.
The Qi-Blood Sixth Level... Yi Yang repeated inwardly.
This pulse was more than one whole tier stronger than the Qi-Blood Fourth-Level Perfection Qin Ju had displayed during the Quarterly Ranking Battle. Although the prisoner's aura was clearly listless, seemingly suppressed by some means,