A silver wave of energy swept upward, pressing against the black dragon phantom above.
"Otherwise, today your Yan Dragon Vein will cease to exist!"
The foremost Qi cultivator of this era had used his spiritual form to enter the Imperial City, using the Dragon Vein as leverage to compel the mortal sovereign to yield!
Xue Yi raised his head and looked straight ahead.
He said, "You can try!"
A desolate resolve, a willingness to die, now permeated the air.
Zhao Jiulang popped the last bit of rice cake into his mouth, then mimicked the Yan Emperor's earlier action, ungracefully licking his fingers.
No wonder seeing this grand master of the palace eunuchs felt so strange today, he thought. All these earlier scenes, weren't they just him settling his affairs before death?
Faced with this situation, the Prime Minister of the Yan State showed no fear.
