"Great Zhou Dynasty, Xiao Yi!"
Facing Qin Wudao's fury, Xiao Yi spoke with a smile.
However, his voice was very calm, like the drifting wind, untouchable.
Yet beneath the calmness, a dense killing intent lingered, as if Qin Wudao was already destined to die, and not even the heavens themselves could change it.
Now, he finally saw Qin Wudao.
Truly a genius.
That's exactly why he must kill Qin Wudao.
He knew that between Qin Wudao and Emperor Ji, there already existed mortal enmity!
Perhaps the faulty side was Emperor Ji.
But does it matter?
He was a prodigy of the Great Zhou Dynasty, also the offspring of the Great General. Any existence possibly endangering national safety must be eradicated early, leaving no future troubles.
"You... deserve to die!"
Qin Wudao enunciated each word slowly, his eyes cold as they emitted terrifying killing intent, almost solidifying the surrounding space into red.
The wind of slaughter swept by, changing the face of the heavens.
