Just as Feng Qingyang was filled with regret, a figure mysteriously appeared in the Imperial Study Room. "Afraid already?" Ling Su's cold and indifferent voice echoed in the hall.
Upon hearing Ling Su's voice, Feng Qingyang quickly raised his eyes, a tension gripping his heart.
Although Li Cheng was also startled, he quickly rushed in front of Feng Qingyang to show his loyalty, assuming a protective stance while shouting loudly, "Guards! There's an assassin!"
However, when the head of the Imperial Guards, Xia Ziyang, rushed in, Ling Su cast a disdainful and cold glance at him.
She then said, "In the Mortal World, your strength is quite decent, but unfortunately, you are facing me now!"
With those words, Ling Su casually formed her fair wrist into a fist and lightly swung it at Xia Ziyang.
Instantly, a massive shadow of a fist rushed towards Xia Ziyang.
