For a fleeting moment, it seemed as if Xie Jianshen was on the verge of morphing into his fearsome dragon form and tearing Zhang Fengxi to pieces.
The palace officials, mere mortals untouched by the power of cultivation, trembled in terror, their instincts urging them to flee the audience hall in a desperate attempt to escape the impending carnage.
Xie Jianshen, fueled by his unbridled rage, might have indeed unleashed his wrath upon Zhang Fengxi, were it not for the lifeless form cradled in the latter's arms.
"General Zhang Fengxi!" he snapped at his brother-in-law, who had just returned from the realms of the dead. "How much longer do you wish to desecrate Little Yu's body? He was gone more than seven days ago, it is time to prepare for his entombment at the palace mausoleum!"
