Qin Liuxi followed his gaze and saw Emperor Kangwu being carried in a rush toward the Imperial Chariot, surrounded by a cluster of high ministers who had just crawled back from the brink of death, with blade-bearing guards nervously forming a circle around them.
She gave a cold snort. "When the Emperor falls, the nation descends into chaos. Now that the Crown Prince is not yet established, if the barbarians and the Alien Race hear of this, when else would they seize the chance to invade if not now? A natural disaster is born, man-made calamity rises, and just like that, an age of turmoil begins."
"Was that a Divine Weapon just now? You can suppress it without using that blood-thing?" Feng Xiu looked a little covetous.
