"It's impolite not to reciprocate," said Xu Zimei.
He looked towards the mysterious existence hidden in the void.
The Tyrant Shadow Blade in his hand grew sharper, cleaving through heaven and earth, sweeping across everyone's vision.
The Blade Qi vanished into the void along with that existence.
Soon, a scream echoed from within the void.
Then everything fell silent.
Xu Zimei leaned on his blade, surveying the vast expanse of the world.
With an imposing tone, he declared, "I know many people have their eyes on the inheritance I hold.
If you want it, come out, all of you.
Cowardly turtles, do you even deserve the Emperor Lu's inheritance?
Even if you got it, it would be useless to you."
His words held a hint of provocation, for although a fly is weak, it can still be annoying.
But these people were like turtles, living for countless years, shameless and brazen.
They knew Xu Zimei wasn't weak; the existence before had suffered greatly.
