Cang Moxuan and Jin Huang took the lead, with Xuan Taiyi charging out in front.
Jin Can, Jin Lei and the others hurriedly led a large contingent close behind, their momentum furious, a touch frantic as they flew straight for the great Void Transposition Array set up inside Xuanfeng City’s imperial palace.
Everyone in the group was in an awful mood.
Especially Xuan Taiyi.
He flew toward the void transposition array while his precious relic sent orders in dozens of directions.
In the command he sent to Xuan? he tore into that person with a string of curses.
That unlucky daughter of his—where in the world had she brought in that damned bald monk?
Bold and reckless, daring to attack Jin Keng?
To Xuan Taiyi, as emperor of the Xuanyan Celestial Court, Jin Keng was after all a direct scion of the Baoguang Pavilion.
If he were killed, it would be a loss to them, but it would not affect Xuan Taiyi’s interests in the slightest.
What made it dangerous was the timing—this was the critical moment of the two sects’ alliance.
They had just signed the pact.
Their new ally’s hand hadn’t even warmed, and the Baoguang Pavilion’s direct descendant ends up in peril on Xuan Taiyi’s turf—quite possibly assassinated by a guest-invited disciple recruited by his own little daughter?