The cold wind froze in an instant, silent and still.
Empress An, who had held power for so many years, was hearing such a harsh rebuke for the first time. Her eyes widened, as though witnessing the most audacious act she'd ever encountered.
He was still the same—Chen Zunming, the defiant and untamable.
Even the three Pavilion Masters trembled lightly at this moment, their usual stoic expressions betraying traces of disbelief.
Chen Yi spread his hands and stood proudly, meeting their gazes with disdain as he declared:
"Go ahead, kill me."
The three Pavilion Masters slowly moved forward. When the Empress acted earlier, they refrained from striking to avoid unintended injuries.
Now, however, even they lacked the chance to intervene.
"Hand me a sword. I'll kill him myself."
As her words fell, the two Shuangshu Birds immediately tossed her a short sword without hesitation.
The Empress caught the sword in her hand, its edge gleaming with deadly sharpness.
