Once done speaking, Guardian Rou got up and, moving his massive, white, mountainous body, headed straight for the throne.
"How dare you!"
Guard Ying's face changed drastically, and he quickly moved to block Guardian Rou's path, sternly shouting, "Bodhi Rou, what do you mean by this?"
Guardian Rou merely smiled and patronizingly looked down at Guard Ying. "What do I mean? I want to find a comfortable place to sit. Didn't you hear me earlier?"
"You dare covet the Evil Emperor's seat while he is present?"
"Evil Emperor?"
Guardian Rou lifted his eyelids and casually glanced at the young man on the Evil Emperor's throne. He shook his head with a smile. "I see no Evil Emperor here."
"You..."
Guard Ying's face filled with fury. His presence suddenly surged, but with just one deadly look from Guardian Rou, he immediately stumbled backward in fear.
Two figures quietly appeared beside Guard Ying: the robust Guardian Xiang and the horse-faced middle-aged man.
