Yin Yue Mountain, in a concealed cave dwelling, Fang Yuan stared at the light screen on the communicator, fury blazing in his eyes, speaking in a rage.
Now the Great Qin Empire is becoming more and more outrageous. Any random cat or dog can be pushed to the forefront, insisting on comparing to my elder brother, simply humiliating themselves!
Especially those two National Preceptors worshipped by the Great Qin Empire this time, they are utterly ridiculous. One is a shifty old blind man, the other a fat monk with big ears—they don't look like experts at all, more like two obvious charlatans.
"Hmph, just with these two guys, trying to deal with this Demon Monarch? People of the Great Qin Empire are always so naive, they are only worthy of being nourishment for my Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"
Fang Yuan snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain for the actions of the Great Qin Empire this time.
