"Everyone on the ground!"
go! Chu Xianglong roared. He subconsciously wanted to pounce on the ordinary-looking maidservant, but he forced himself to stop and turned to protect the " real " Princess.
The huge rock crashed down, bringing with it a strong gust of wind.
Yang Yan stretched his hand back and grabbed the silver spear on his back. The tip of the spear trembled slightly, and the red tassels bloomed.
With a "crack," the giant rock that could smash half of the diplomatic corps into meat paste broke into tiny stones and fell.
The stones landed on the armor and helmets of the soldiers, but they did not hurt. The maidservants, who were not equipped with any protection, held their heads and squatted on the ground. The guards helped to block the gravel.
After a wave of probing attacks, there was a brief silence. The other party was not in a hurry to attack.