"Ah!" He Jiao screeched tragically. He completely had no idea what was going on, yet a powerful gust of cold wind had already struck him to the ground.
He? He actually hadn't been able to escape!
Everybody was dumbstruck as they watched a man trip out of the gathered area of smoke and fall flat on his face.
A ink-colored figure flashed past, and the forbidding Raven Moon sword was at He Jiao's throat. The slightest move would be able to reap his life.
He Jiao had turned stiff, fearing to budge in the slightest.
The presence of the person in front of him was too powerful. He dared not move, afraid that he would lose his life to the person's sword if he moved at all.
"Y-Your, Your Excellency! Wh-What i-is the meaning of this?"
*Bang!* A gust of wind punched He Jiao in the face.
He immediately let out a tragic howl and tumbled on the ground like a flopping fish before someone pinned him down by stepping on his stomach.
