The moon, cold and silent, shining down on Feiyun with the King’s Order in his grasp on the roof of the palace. Brilliant golden rays returned to the black order but the suppressive and arrogant aura remained.

He rushed out like a phantom towards the spot where the victim fell. Remnant energy remained with hot air, causing the ground to dry up.

“Who is this? No clues at all, they came prepared then.” Feiyun put away the order and flew back to the palace and went inside.

The prodigies in the distant, outside of a select few, were horrified at the power of the order capable of killing a fifth-level Heaven’s Mandate. 

Feiyun saw that Jingyue was still standing in the center with her wondrous figure and perfect skin. The pipa in the hand made she look like a moon-fairy. She calmly asked: “Dead?”

“Yes.” Feiyun glanced at the ground and saw that the carving...