"Did you two enjoy slaughtering the subordinates of my Wind and Cloud Pavilion?"
In the sky, at some unknown time, a tall figure appeared, adorned with a golden crown, golden face, wearing golden robes and holding a golden sword.
Standing among the floating clouds, an endless majesty thundered down overwhelmingly.
Upon hearing the voice and seeing the figure.
Han Xiaoru, Ji Mingyue, and over fifty Primordial Iron Cavalry Innate strong hands fiercely slaying the assassins of the Wind and Cloud Pavilion, all felt a profound sense of weakness that was impossible to resist rising from deep within.
Even more absurdly, merely sensing this majesty, everyone felt an urge to offer their necks for slaughter, absurdly thinking they were guilty beyond belief and had no desire to resist.
As if the person before them was a lofty emperor and they were rebellious traitors, doomed to a miserable end.
