Looking at Yan Jiang's expression of disbelief, Yan Fuhai spoke calmly.
"..."
Yan Jiang finally understood: he had been tricked.
His father—the Emperor—had never been weak.
"Wait! This has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to repay a favor!"
At that moment, the one who could feel the terrifying presence most keenly was Pei Liang, who was closest to Yan Fuhai.
Grandmaster?
Wrong.
Pei Liang had seen Grandmasters before, but had never heard of one with such a terrifying aura.
Could it be, this is beyond a Grandmaster?
Damn it, if only I'd known the Great Qian Dynasty had such a monster, I wouldn't have come no matter what.
Repay a favor?
What a stupid favor!
"Noisy!"
Hearing Pei Liang's voice, Yan Fuhai glanced over lightly.
He casually waved his hand.
A horrifying power seemed to fill the air, and as Yan Fuhai moved, Pei Liang's figure gradually turned to ashes, disappearing completely.
