Inside the carriage.
He had personally investigated the man.
A genuinely mediocre mortal!
"This man is a mortal?"
The Grandmaster of Great Zhou looked at Gusu Yue in astonishment.
To appear here silently, surrounded by a thousand Black Dragon Armor soldiers and undetected by his own senses—such a person had to be a Grandmaster at the very least. How could he possibly be a mortal? 'Has Gusu Yue lost his mind?'
"It's true!"
"Prince Yinglong, if you don't believe me, I'll kill him to prove it."
With that said,
Gusu Yue stepped on the raging wind, his entire body's Anger Gang surging like a dragon. He formed it into a palm strike and slammed it down toward Su Chen's head.
"Die!"
He roared.
The killing blow descended, yet there was still no trace of Qi, blood, intent, or aura erupting from the young man in the Profound Robe.
'Looks like I was overthinking things.'
'He really is just a mortal!'
'The grand plan is what matters!'
