Lu Mingyuan ran through half the Imperial Palace and got a firsthand look at just how chaotic it had become.
Officials in robes of all colors were making their moves. A boundless, golden Literary Qi surged from the Confucian Scholars. With the power of Words and Laws Follow, they spoke Golden Lotuses into existence as the air churned violently around them.
Countless emerald-green roots shot up from the ground, coiling around the saber-wielding soldiers like ferocious pythons in the dead of night and flinging them away.
But in the next instant, a massive wave of Sword Qi sliced the emerald roots in two.
A stern man with a Tiger Talisman at his waist floated in midair, unleashing a boundless Sword Qi as vast as the galaxy. An overwhelming aura of slaughter shot toward the heavens.
He then slashed toward a woman in a green dress holding an emerald flower basket.
Witnessing this, Lu Mingyuan sighed to himself.
'The killing intent of a Sword Cultivator is just too intense.'
