A royal palanquin was drawn on the backs of these Dragon Horses.
An old man in long robes followed on each side of the palanquin.
The Dragon Horses seemed sentient. They slowly came to a stop three meters away from the crowd.
The earth trembled as dragon roars and horse neighs rang out together. The royal palanquin landed with remarkable steadiness.
"You are all swordsmen. Why must you press each other so relentlessly?" a voice called from within the royal palanquin, laughing.
"Xie Changliu, give me some face. Break one of his legs and spare his life. How about it?"
"Zhou Emperor, save us!" When the two Unnamed Swords heard the person in the palanquin speak, they hurriedly pleaded for help.
"What the hell is your face worth?" Xie Changliu looked up and sneered.
"Impudent!" The old men on either side radiated overwhelming momentum as they shouted.
"Do you two wish to test yourselves against me as well?" Xie Changliu showed no fear as he spoke calmly.
"Step back, all of you. Do not act rashly," the Zhou Emperor said from within the palanquin, his voice gentle.
The golden curtain of the royal palanquin was drawn aside, and a middle-aged man slowly stepped out.
This middle-aged man was not particularly old, yet he gave off the impression of extreme age and decrepitude.
As though a tree that had only just sprouted was already about to wither away.
His long hair was black and white, meticulously bound into a topknot. Deep wrinkles covered his face.
Dressed in a dragon robe, he carried himself with majestic grandeur, as though Sacred Might came naturally with him.
"Greetings, Zhou Emperor!" The people of Lin Jian Academy hurriedly knelt and shouted.
"Rise," the Zhou Emperor said, raising a hand as he walked toward Xie Changliu