Ji Xuanyuan stood his ground, which allowed Ji Yanshow to breathe a sigh of relief.
At least in this way, the influence he had painstakingly built up could be preserved.
At the moment, the atmosphere in the field seemed to have solidified into substance, oppressively tense.
Ji Xuanyuan and Hou Tu stood unwavering, as if a fight could break out between them at any moment.
This was Shengjing City; the Imperial Court would not lose, nor could it afford to lose, but what would be the cost if the Court indeed crossed swords with the Netherworld?
Especially since Ksitigarbha of the Netherworld, shrouded in mystery, had yet to make a move.
The Heavenly Court and the Netherworld were not renowned for nothing. On the jianghu, the only ones in the Central Plains who could compete with Li Boyang of the Creation Tao were the Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Court and Ksitigarbha of the Netherworld.
