He coldly watched Zhou Qing below, who was tightly sealed by countless realms, a cruel arc curling at the corner of his mouth.
"Those things were supposed to be my ultimate trump card to ascend the throne." He murmured to himself, his voice filled with biting coldness.
"Father is still in his prime, not considering abdication, and those favored brothers, I have long laid down traps for them, waiting for the right moment."
The black mist on the bone wings suddenly surged violently, making his handsome face particularly menacing: "But now it seems, I can only offer them up prematurely."
He stared intently at the dazzling golden figure in the center of the battlefield, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible: "Zhou Qing, you've messed up all my plans and arrangements, damn you!"
The last two words were almost squeezed out through gritted teeth.
