Xiahuang the First!
He slowly walked out from the crowd, his face devoid of joy or sorrow. He glanced at the bisected corpse of Venerable Xiahuang, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
He lifted his head to stare at Hong Yu, his indifferent voice booming like the toll of a Golden Bell, each word a crack of thunder that made one's scalp tingle and eardrums ache. "You should not have killed him!"
"If I didn't kill him, was I supposed to wait for him to kill me?"
Hong Yu calmly replied.
Xiahuang the First strolled leisurely toward Hong Yu. Each step seemed small, yet in the blink of an eye, he had crossed a hundred meters, drawing ever closer. His voice remained as indifferent as ever. "He was a Prince, a man of noble status. If a ruler wants his subject to die, the subject must die. If he wanted to kill you, you should have knelt obediently, stretched out your neck, and let him do it, not fought back!"
