Then, turning to the side, he simply reached out towards the interior and said, "Marquis Qin Wu."
"Please."
Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, the Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd howling. Suddenly, his wrist twisted, sweeping the weapon horizontally, unleashing a gust of jin qi like a slicing storm, and then the Divine Weapon pointed ahead.
The voracious maw of the tiger spewed out the sharp halberd blade, screeching intensely as it moved at high speed.
Its sharp point directed at the Star-picking Tower, not far from the neck of the Grand Steward eunuch, caused the surrounding armored soldiers' expressions to abruptly change. Weapons howled, the solemn sound of armor colliding was incessant; Li Guanyi was no Sword Madman, faced with thousands of the imperial guard, death was certain.
Jiang Yuan's complexion was already flushed, a raging fury fueled by powerful backing, giving him the confidence and brazenness to show, but the young general's face remained unchanged.
