Granny Wuhua's indifferent gaze swept over the vermilion gates and high walls of the Jingwu Bureau below. She gave the Black Wood Walking Stick in her hand a light tap.
HUMMM—
An immense, overwhelming pressure suddenly descended, sweeping out in all directions like an invisible tide to completely envelop the Jingwu Bureau.
In an instant, figures throughout the Jingwu Bureau shot into action, the sound of them cutting through the air echoing one after another.
The many experts of the Jingwu Bureau leaped onto rooftops and sped into the courtyards, their gazes fixed on the behemoth in the sky. Every face paled, their breath catching in their throats.
Lu Xuanzhou stood at the front edge of the eagle's back, his gaze locked onto the row of severed heads hanging before the main gate of the Jingwu Bureau.
