For some unknown reason, the skies above the Imperial Capital were already shrouded in dark clouds.
Yin Tian lifted his head and glanced at the night sky, where even the moon seemed somewhat obscured.
His eyes were deep, and without speaking, he simply stepped forward and walked on.
Crack!
A clap of thunder awakened many from their dreams.
Many of the Zhou Family awoke in confusion, only to suddenly hear a sharp noise.
Boom!
The crimson gate shattered into pieces, and Yin Tian, alone, stepped forward and entered the Zhou Family's domain.
"Who goes there!"
Several Zhou Family guards upon hearing the noise rushed out.
Yin Tian's face was expressionless as he hurled silver needles from his hand.
Whiz, whiz, whiz...
In the howling wind, the sound of the silver needles flying was almost negligible.
But one after another, the guards fell to the ground in agony, unable to move.
Soon, other members of the Zhou Family emerged.
