The sword's light flashed, and Shangguan Hong was like a red thunderbolt shocking the world.
Tang Wan flashed three bolts of thunder light from her hand, her eyes as cold as frost, staring dead at the wrist darting towards her throat.
Behind her, the palace guards leaped up, Wang Buqu roared angrily, his hands crashing like heavy hammers onto the Prime Minister's arms. The eldest son of the Han family had a water snake surging from his sleeve, striking towards the handle of the dagger.
The electricity was like a flying shuttle, Guo Lingyun pulled the heavenly bow and shot in unison. His red robe was like blood, and Zuo Qianhu resembled a crouching tiger smashing a mountain.
Bai Sha was startled, holding jade light in his hands, his vitality unyielding like a thread.
Sun Defeng and Huang Yiri were slightly dazed, apparently not reacting to the sudden upheaval. Zhou Li just slowly stood up, doing nothing at all.
Because he understood one thing.
