Old Yao wore a faded old robe, his feet shod in cloth shoes that left shallow water marks on the gleaming golden bricks.
He walked very slowly, unhurried and calm, as if strolling in his own yard.
The Imperial Army stepped forward to block him, the Big Halberd whistled as it swung, the cold light on the spear blade swept over the candle flames in the hall.
Old Yao didn't even glance at it, casually flicking it, and the Big Halberd bent like a branch blown by the wind, causing the soldier holding it to stagger several steps back.
Several more soldiers stepped forward, but with the same unhurried demeanor, he casually brushed aside those Halberds without using much force, yet no one could get close to him.
Dozens of Imperial Army soldiers stood on both sides of the grand hall, yet none could stop him.
The Champion Marquis Yuan Hengli Zhen, donned in armor, came forward, blocking his way below the imperial throne.
