The Post Sky Tipping Era

Feeling the powerful aura emanating from Li Yi, the National Guardian General Zhang Jiantong had no doubt that if this Daoist before him really started a fight, he truly had the ability to destroy the Capital City. Although the final result would certainly be the death and disappearance of this Daoist, the cost would definitely be heavy.

As an Incense Fire God, his image must not collapse. Once the people see that the National Guardian General cannot safeguard the Capital City, his end would be extremely tragic.

For a moment.

The National Guardian General Zhang Jiantong hesitated, even afraid to provoke the Daoist before him with harsh words, for fear that things would develop in the worst direction.

"Daoist, do you really not fear death by saying this? This is the Capital City, after all, and there are three National Guardian Generals who have not shown up yet, not to mention the various princes, and the Yin Emperors of past dynasties are still present. If you dare to make a move, you would be the enemy of the entire nation. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you will surely die."

Zhang Jiantong seriously said, "I advise you to behave yourself and not go astray."

Li Yi responded with a smile upon hearing this, "I, as a poor Daoist, pulling an entire dynasty to be buried with me is not a losing deal. However, whether to make a move does not depend on me but on you."

"If the National Guardian General is willing to let it go, allowing me to enter and exit the Capital City freely, I certainly won’t act rashly. But if you insist on obstructing, I don’t mind turning my previous words into reality. Well, that’s all I have to say; please, National Guardian General."

He no longer paid attention, stepping on red Xiangyun, carrying Prince Xin and himself, bypassed this Incense Fire God before him, and continued to fly toward the Capital City.

If this National Guardian General dared to obstruct again, Li Yi would definitely start a battle here, regardless of whether he could win or not. At least he would make the opponent suffer the cost of making a move.

At this moment, Zhang Jiantong’s figure floated in the green smoke, his eyes flickered uncertainly, watching Li Yi boldly carry Prince Xin directly into the Capital City. He immediately felt his face lost honor, but he dared not make a move. Otherwise, if a great battle erupted, the cost was indeed too much for him to bear, unless he could instantly kill this Daoist to prevent him from using his spells to destroy the city.