On the street, the atmosphere was tense, swords drawn and bows bent.
The guard squad captain was named Zhao Yan. He was in his forties, with the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, but his greatest talent was not investigating cases-it was tailoring the dish to whoever sat at the table.
He swept his gaze across the scene-
The fallen steed, the overturned stalls, and Young Master Feng Ling, pinned to the ground by a purple-gold spear, crying as though his heart and lungs were being torn apart.
Zhao Yan's temples throbbed.
Feng Ling! He was the young master of a sect in the Heavenly Soul Empire! The empire was full of sects with tangled webs of connections. Some could even claim ties to the imperial family, such as the Netherworld Sect!
Although this brat's sect was nowhere near the Netherworld Sect's level, his status was still far higher than Zhao Yan's.
If anything happened to him, Zhao Yan might lose not just his official hat as squad captain, but his head as well.
"Seize them!" Shocked and furious, Zhao Yan instantly aimed the soul ray cannon at his waist at Gu Xingyue. "Attacking someone in the street in broad daylight and severely injuring a noble-three degrees added to your crime! Arrest every last one of them!!"
More than a dozen guards closed in together, dozens of soul rings beginning to shine.
However-
"Wait! Wait-!" Feng Ling, still pinned to the ground, suddenly howled at the top of his lungs. "Save me first! Pull this damned spear out first!! It's electrocuting me! Aaaah-!"
Only then did Zhao Yan react. He hurried forward with his men and reached out to pull out the Thunder Spear.
But the instant his hand touched the shaft-
Crackle!
An arc of electricity exploded. Zhao Yan's entire