As soon as the words were spoken, Lin Zifeng turned around, the Heavenly Painting Halberd in his hand heavily smashing onto the ground, as he walked towards the slowly opening Xuanwu Gate. The slightly rising sunlight cast upon his frail yet imposing silhouette, causing Liu Jihong behind him to harbor a slight doubt about his own decision...
At this moment, the already oppressive atmosphere on the street intensified, as the black-armored soldiers looked towards the azure dragon above the Imperial Palace, their expressions grim and their fighting spirit showing clearly!
"With the Azure Dragon Order present, there's an imminent crisis at the Imperial Palace! All soldiers in the capital, advance towards the Xuanwu Gate, any violators will be dealt with as traitors!"
On the street, a leader-looking person snapped out of his shock, looked at the dozens of companions beside him, yelled explosively, drew the sword from his waist, and assembled his team.
