Any outsider daring to break the law without an imperial edict!
And the shadow of the elder that just hung onto the sky, actually screamed, with a pair of scarlet eyes lighting up, gazing towards them.
A slight shake, pointing out with a hand!
Immediate betrayal...
"Everyone, do not act!"
In the chaos, Duke Wuyou roared sternly, "Rally to me!"
Shekri unhesitatingly stuck close, and the others rushed to surround Duke Wuyou, wishing to make him sweat all over.
But even drenched in sweat, it's useless; seeing the shadows coming closer, the crowd once again became chaotic.
Among the jostling, Duke Wuyou finally opened the brocade box he took out, carefully holding a rusty, broken iron rod-like thing.
With the injection of spiritual energy and the transformation by the Heavenly Essence Law, the broken iron rod surprisingly extended rapidly, faint glimmering light emanating from the broken ends, forming into a splendid and majestic ritual staff.
