Sun Hang kicked away a kneeling soldier statue that was somewhat in the way and walked straight towards the throne.
"Soldiers! Kill him!" The voice rang out again, laced with seventy percent rage, twenty percent shock, and... ten percent fear.
No statue moved, and by the time Sun Hang reached the center of the formation, all the statues were kneeling — facing Sun Hang's direction.
Sun Hang walked up the steps made of white bones, all the way to the front of the throne.
"Don't you think I'm more suitable to sit here than you are?" Sun Hang asked seriously.
The skeleton opened its eyes, staring intently at Sun Hang with pupils that also emitted a dark red glow... In the next second, it suddenly sprang up, drawing a short sword from under the throne and slashing at Sun Hang.
But just as the short sword swung into the air, its movement froze — because Sun Hang had already reached into its chest cavity and grabbed the glowing object.
