"We have 100,000 Golden Core imperial guards in the imperial palace and ten military camps outside. Are these 10 million experts good for nothing?
"How can they let the enemy set fire to the imperial palace? Who are you looking down on?
"Hurry up and put out the fire for me. Don't spread false information anymore! Otherwise, I will crush your head!"
The general of the royal guards cursed.
He raised his hand and waved it.
In the void behind him, fifty thousand dignified peak of Golden Core cultivators appeared.
"General, what's going on? Why did the palace suddenly catch fire?"
"I keep feeling that something is wrong..."
The general shook his head. "It must be some prince who drank too much and caused a fire. Put out the fire first."
"Yes, Sir." The fifty thousand cultivators agreed.
However, the next second, Zhu Yuheng appeared.