“He’s going to cause a calamity!” The grey robed man spoke solemnly while he stood somewhere outside the city. Yin Xuan’er who was still shocked by the scene of Yang Ye and An Nanjing slaughtering the Crimsonsky Cavalry stood by his side.

Yin Xuan’er recovered from her shock upon hearing him, and she said, “Grand Preceptor, will you not stop him?”

The grey robed man shook his head, “I can’t. He’s an extremely vengeful person. If I do stop him by force, then I’ll receive his vengeance in return. I’m not willing to pay such a price, and I can’t pay it either.”

Yin Xuan’er frowned and said, “I don’t understand. The Exalted Han Empire is almost powerless, and it doesn’t have a single Half-Saint anymore. So, what exactly are you afraid of? Could it be that the Exalted Han Empire has some other trump card?”

The grey robed man replied, “Just watch, you’ll know soon enough. Let me see how the Undertaker will deal with it!”

Yin Xuan’er fell silent, and then she gazed towards the distance.

Yang Ye and An Nanjing stopped after they passed through the entrance because over 10,000 soldiers of the Exalted Han Empire were standing before them. All of them were fully...