A Demon Suppression Army soldier hurried through the corridors of the Flying Boat until he reached Yang Jing's Quiet Chamber, where he carefully slowed his pace. The moment he took his first step inside, a fierce and unmatched Sword Intent enveloped him.
The soldier's face instantly turned deathly pale, and sweat poured down his face.
For a split second, he felt as if he were being torn to shreds by ten thousand swords.
He cautiously raised his head and saw Minister Yang Jing sitting on a Meditation Cushion, his long hair unbound, clutching a Token in his hand.
CRACK!
With a crisp sound, the Jade Talisman, harder than any metal, shattered into fine powder that scattered across the floor.
Yang Jing retracted his Sword Intent and looked up at the soldier.
"What happened?"
The soldier swallowed hard. It was the first time he had ever seen Yang Jing radiate such intense killing intent.
