“Under Article Twelve of the Imperial Tournament Charter, bringing demonic assassins to an official tournament results in the complete, unconditional forfeiture of all tournament collateral!”
Chief Legal Counsel Shen Qiaoqiao’s sweet, melodious voice rang across the cheering plaza like silver chimes.
She turned toward Lin Mo, her dimpled smile razor-sharp.
“Chairman Lin, all three thousand examination cells and the central testing square have been legally transferred to Taichu University.”
Across the square, Provost Sima Heng was still unconscious in his gilded chair, covered in rotten cabbages and cabbage leaves pelted by the furious crowd.
However, before the ink on the tournament judgment could even dry, the thunder of heavy iron horse-hooves shook the northern boulevard.
CLATTER-CRASH!
A gilded imperial war-chariot drawn by four black dragon-steeds slammed through the perimeter barricades, escorted by twenty Golden-Core enforcers of the Grand Preceptor’s household.
