At the sudden upheaval in the Imperial Capital, most people hurried out of the city, afraid of being dragged into it, while others chose to watch from afar. Most of those who stayed were leaders of factions with some measure of strength.
Gu Yuan's arrival brought another twist to the battle, and everyone who had been following it turned reverent eyes toward him.
Even someone as powerful as Six Paths Madara could not withstand a single move from him. Who was stronger and who would win was plain for all to see.
Hai Bodong and the others on Ling Feng's side secretly fretted over him.
Far away, atop the imperial palace in the center of the Imperial Capital, Jia Xingtian watched the distant battle, a sharp gleam flashing through his cloudy old eyes. "Fighting across empty space with such power... only someone who has entered the saint level could possess such means. Ling Feng actually provoked an existence like this. His prospects look grim."
Jia Xingtian seemed eager for Ling Feng to lose, since that would benefit the Jia Ma Imperial Family. After all, if Ling Feng failed, the imperial family would not become an empty name and could continue standing firm in the Jia Ma Empire.
But when he thought of Ling Feng's seemingly endless methods and abilities, Jia Xingtian sank into contemplation again. "But if this boy survives, he will surely become a figure who shakes heaven and earth. We can only befriend him, never offend him. This battle will determine the stance of the Jia Ma Imperial Family..."
With that thought, Jia Xingtian turned his gaze back toward the distant battlefield.
At that moment, Gu Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on Ling Feng like a king. Ling Feng's hair instantly stood on