Above Long Street, a slight breeze stirs the dust.
Facing three first-grade martial artists and ten or more second- and third-grade martial artists, along with countless Brocade Guards.
Pei Xuanjing, standing in the middle, showed no signs of being surrounded. He looked towards the Old Eunuch with a mocking smile, his cold voice declared, "The person whom I want to kill, I will certainly kill. Even if the emperor came, he will not be able to save him, I said so!"
The person I want to kill, even the emperor cannot save, I said so!
Silence!
Dead silence!
At this moment, the entire Long Street was so quiet that you couldn't hear any noises other than the sound of the wind.
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the young man standing defiantly with his sword in his hand, and at that moment, Long Street was silent.
Their looks were filled with shock filled with disbelief.
Nothing could describe their thoughts other than shock.
