Mu Qing showed a reassuring smile.
Meanwhile.
The atmosphere of the central square reached an unprecedented level of tension.
Everyone held their breath, watching the war halberd raised high.
Under the sunlight, the blade emitted dazzling flashes of light.
Finally.
Noon arrived!
"Execute!"
The State Preceptor lowered his head, spitting out a chilling word.
He still sat in the Taishi Chair, holding a teacup, like a monarch, never once lifting his eyes to look at Qin Feiyang.
Indifferent, ruthless!
It was vividly displayed on him.
As soon as the State Preceptor spoke, murderous intent surged in the eyes of the Commander of the Black Iron Army.
Clang!
The war halberd raised high trembled suddenly, emitting a deafening metallic sound as it slashed towards Qin Feiyang's neck.
"In the end, no one could save you."
Watching this scene, Zhuge Mingyang smirked coldly, turning to walk outside the private chamber.
