"That's right, it should have been like this ages ago. Otherwise, with just you useless scraps, there's no fun in killing."
Watching the divine talisman bloom in midair, Wang Junze not only showed no panic, instead revealing a hint of satisfaction as he spoke softly.
"You were waiting for me to send the message on purpose?!"
A flicker of horror flashed in Yang Xingyuan's eyes, and he couldn't help but cry out.
Earlier, even injured, Yang Xingyuan hadn't really panicked. After all, Prince Yu's men sent to Licheng were far too many this time—not just inside the city, but all kinds of arrangements outside too. You could say they'd already laid a net from which Wang Junze could never escape if he dared show himself in Licheng.
But Wang Junze's reaction now filled him with a chill in his very soul.
If Wang Junze had already seen through everything, purposefully waiting in the tavern to lure them into a strike, then the whole nature of this was utterly different.
