Who agrees? Who objects?
Though his words were calm, they were filled with an undeniable killing intent. It was as if anyone who dared to object would suffer the same fate as the Grand Commander in the very next second.
At this moment, the faces of the surrounding Great Yan Imperial Guard were deathly pale.
A dignified City Gate Grand Commander of the Senior Third Grade, one of the Nine Gates Governors, a Martial Artist of the Dragon Gate Realm.
Dead just like that?
'What level has the Crown Prince's cultivation reached?'
'Could it be that the stories of His Highness's deeds at the Border Pass are all true? Did he really slay hundreds of thousands of Demon Fiends and defeat the Great Nether Empress all by himself?'
'Are all those increasingly ridiculous rumors circulating among the people actually true?'
