Everyone stood dozens of meters away from the immortal sword, staring at it with wide eyes.
"Search!"
The emperor's voice reverberated through the air, echoing throughout the entire central Prefecture city.
The guards of the North, South, East, and West commanders spread out at lightning speed, entering every alley and every corner of Zhongzhou city.
Lei Xiaofeng's Xilin Army pursued the Men in Black relentlessly, occupying all the streets and alleys.
The Emperor stood at the top of the star-picking tower, his eyes flickering. He swept his gaze across the outer perimeter of the palace. The palace was already surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
His hands were clenched tightly together, his blood was surging, and a sweet taste of blood came out of his throat again.
"Let's put aside the worship," the stern old man said as he stood behind Emperor.
"Imperial uncle," Emperor turned around and said as he raised his hand.
