Inside the imperial palace.
Above the imperial palace, a light column from the magical formation erupted like flames, dyeing the sky blood red.
Due to the barrier of the formation, outsiders could not see it.
"Zhao Wuxiu indeed has a strong sense of honor,"
Emperor Zhou Chang stood upon the high platform, lightly holding onto the beautifully carved jade railing, and spoke with a smile.
The old supervisor discerned the dissatisfaction and mockery in the Emperor's tone and said softly, "For a master like Zhao Wuxiu, the hardest thing to tolerate is someone helping him; he prefers to fight others fair and square.
Moreover, if the Sword Demon truly decided to fight to the death, there are almost none in the world who could stop him.
Furthermore, last time the master from Yanrong attempted to assassinate the Crown Prince, Yelv Shenye broke three of Zhao Wuxiu's spiritual veins, which have not fully healed. Whether he can parry this third sword strike is uncertain."
