Gu Xizhou laughed. "Heh, bullying me with numbers?"
He shook his head. His opponents' killing moves were clearly about to reach him the very next instant, yet he still showed no sign of tension.
A wave of force swept through the air, driving the first two attackers back eight feet.
He took a light step forward, and his aura suddenly surged.
The cultivation he had deliberately suppressed was fully unleashed, leaping from Eighth-Realm Peak into the Ninth Realm.
At that moment, another startling change swept through the entire Imperial Palace.
A powerful aura spread outward, seemingly altering the space around it.
"Attack!"
After a thunderous boom, two streaks of light, one purple and one blue-green, suddenly shot out.
Powerful currents circled Gu Xizhou like blades of light, seemingly seeking victory through speed.
Flames seemed to coil around Gu Xizhou, while currents flickered beneath his feet.
In an instant, everyone unleashed their techniques, their movements swift as lightning.
Every strike carried the crushing might of thunder, fiercer and more dangerous than the last.
Yet Gu Xizhou simply punched, throwing one punch after another.
Every punch was plain and unadorned, carrying an ancient simplicity.
At that moment, the Great Xia Emperor was writing in his study.
Though he was already frantic with anxiety inside, his face remained expressionless, and even his writing hand did not tremble.
A ruler had to remain unruffled by change, calm in danger, and composed amid chaos.
He had learned that principle back when he was crown prince.
"Your Majesty."
An old man walked straight into the room.
"How is it?"
The old man shook his head with a bitter smile. "We can't stop him. His strength has already entered the Ninth Realm. As for which stage of the Ninth Realm, we don't yet know."
The emperor