"Yu Wenye!"
At this moment, the Imperial Guards closest to the Bright Gate hadn't yet seen the person in front of them clearly, but Wang Shaoji, standing on the red steps, at such a distance, recognized this hated yet nightmarish figure at once.
Yu Wenye!
He actually appeared here!
But—how could he appear here?!
Even though he had shouted his name, Wang Shaoji still couldn't believe his eyes.
He gripped his long sword tightly and took a few steps down the stairs, as if wanting to confirm, to wake up from this sudden nightmare. But as he approached, when he could clearly see those cold eyes, the sharp and icy blade seemed to pierce through his body instantly.
Wang Shaoji was suddenly frozen.
This figure, like a god descending from heaven, was truly Yu Wenye.
