The area halfway up the mountain was engulfed in chaos, but Golden Peak was even more so.

Zhuxie Chixin and the others didn’t have time to focus on their own injuries and sprinted toward the spot at the center of the stage, calling out, “Your majesty! Your majesty!”

Wang Wuxie’s expression also changed, and he followed them over too.

Smoke and waves of heat filled the air in all directions. Those present felt their hair and beards being instantly scorched. If not for the ki armor protecting them, they could already have been burned to death from the extreme temperature.

The Embroidered Envoys and guards who were fortunate enough to survive all rushed over to save the emperor. Unfortunately, they were blown back several times by the heat.

When Wang Wuxie saw that, he waved his sleeves. A wave...