The embroidered-clad messengers inside the room, weapons in hand, looked warily toward the doorway: "Who dares to cause trouble in this embroidered tower!"
What a joke! What kind of place is the Embroidered Pavilion? It's the headquarters of the Embroidered-Robed Envoys. No matter what kind of official in the court is brought here, they are all trembling with fear. How dare someone run wild here?
Several embroidered messengers near the entrance immediately brandished their soul-hooking ropes and rushed forward, trying to subdue the opponent as soon as possible. Unfortunately, just as they were about to make a move, they were blasted away by an invisible force, and the group was scattered in all directions.
Although the Embroidered-Robed Envoys had a combined attack formation, and the Soul-Hooking Rope could break through the cultivators' protective true energy, these were meaningless in the face of an absolute disparity.
Grandmaster Realm!
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Zuan also turned around and saw the person who came in: a tall, white-haired old man with sharp eyebrows and eyes full of anger.
Zu An couldn't help but smile slightly: "Who do we have here? It's the Grand Marshal. I wonder what the Grand Marshal's intentions are in trespassing into the boudoir?"
When Yun Jianyue and his group attempted the assassination at the Eastern Palace, they witnessed Shi Miao's actions and recognized him.
"Father, save me, Father!" Seeing his father was like a drowning man grabbing a dry branch. Shi Jun was extremely excited. After all, the punishments of the Embroidered Robe Envoy were too terrifying, and he really didn't want to experience them.
Shi Miao glanced in his direction and saw the bloodstains on his body. Her expression darkened, and her sharp gaze swept across the room: "Who inflicted these injuries on him?"
The embroidered-robed envoys who had made their move looked at each other in bewilderment. Their usual arrogance did not mean they were stupid. Now that a grandmaster was here, wouldn't it be asking for trouble if they stepped forward? They all looked to Zu An for help.
He's the most important person here, so naturally he should speak.
However, they were not optimistic. Although the gold-medal embroidered envoys were powerful, they did not seem to have reached the level of grandmaster. What could they do in the face of this situation?
Most likely, they'll just push those few out to take the blame first, and then settle accounts with this person when Commander Zhu Xie returns.
Who cares about the lives of these lowly soldiers?
Just as they were feeling disappointed and scared, Zuan spoke up calmly: "Don't look around, I was the one who did it."
"Your Excellency Eleven!" A group of silver and bronze medal-bearing embroidered envoys were both grateful and worried.
As expected, Shi Miao immediately flew into a rage: "You're asking for death!"
Anger from Shi Miao: +444 +444 +444...
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed to Zu'an like a cannonball. A tornado seemed to suddenly rise in the room, and the powerful wind pressure caused many of the surrounding tables and chairs to shatter and collapse.
"The Eleventh Lord is finished!" This was the thought of all the Embroidered-Robed Envoys in the arena. The Embroidered-Robed Envoys were strong in their overall teamwork. In the entire Embroidered Tower, apart from Commander Zhu Xie, anyone who was approached by a Grandmaster would only face death.
Unexpectedly, with a bang, Zu'an raised his hand in time and slapped him in the face.
The aftershocks of the palm strike sent dust flying from the walls and beams. The embroidered-robed envoys were thrown about, some with lower cultivation levels even bleeding from their mouths and noses.
However, Zaun, who was in the eye of the storm, only retreated one zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). Judging from his relaxed expression, he seemed to be unharmed at all.
Shi Miao was also shaken and forced to retreat nearly ten feet!
Everyone was shocked, their jaws practically dropping to the floor as they stared at him.
He withstood the Grandmaster's furious attack without a scratch, and was even forced back ten feet. What kind of cultivation does the Eleventh Master possess?
Shi Miao was also bewildered. As he had expected, this attack was enough to severely injure his opponent. He had intended to make an example of him, but instead of killing the chicken, he had lost face.
The man's fist was a bit strange. He recalled that at the moment of their clash, there seemed to be a huge suction force coming from the opponent's fist, which caused a large part of his palm force to be absorbed and dissipated, which is why the two seemed to be evenly matched.
At this moment, the other embroidered envoys who had heard the news also rushed over and formed a formation to surround Shi Miao, preventing him from making another sudden attack.
As the saying goes, one should strike with full force at the first attempt, but the momentum will wane at the second and be exhausted at the third. Shi Miao had just had his palm strike easily blocked by his opponent, and he was still in shock and doubt, so he dared not make another move.
Zu An said in a deep voice, "How dare you! Do you know what the crime is for trespassing into the forbidden area of the embroidered pavilion?"
"Anyone who trespasses on the embroidered pavilion shall die!" A member of the Embroidered Robe Envoy added from the side. Many people had been injured by him for trying to stop them, and they were also full of anger. Since the establishment of the Embroidered Robe Envoy, when had they ever suffered such a loss in their headquarters?
So what if he's the Grand Marshal? The Embroidered-Robe Envoy is independent of the court, so there's no need to give him face.
Zu An was delighted to hear this. He usually had no way to deal with the Shi family, but since they had brought this upon themselves, how could he miss this good opportunity?
So he decisively gave the order: "Men, kill this intruder on the spot!"
Although the opponent was a grandmaster, there were many experts in the embroidered building, and they were also skilled in the art of joint attacks to capture people. With my help, it would not be difficult to capture and kill Shi Miao.
Shi Jun, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded. This guy even dared to kill his own father?
Is there something wrong with this world?
Seeing the embroidered-robed messengers draw their weapons and rush towards his father, he felt a chill run down his spine. If his father were to be killed here, he would be finished.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly cried out, "The pardon! Father, the pardon!"
If Shi Miao had captured that gold medal envoy right away, he would have been confident that his cultivation level would have been enough to intimidate everyone present, especially since Zhu Xie Chixin was not here today. However, he did not expect that the gold medal envoy would be evenly matched with him, which greatly boosted the morale of the other embroidered envoys. If a real fight broke out, he might really have to suffer a bitter defeat here.
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