The figure was wrapped in a black and gold robe, and his body was tall and straight. In front of him, it was a middle-aged man. Just by looking at his face, one could tell that he must have been a romantic figure when he was young.
However, at this moment, there was a hidden undercurrent in his eyes. Black fog covered them, and they were dense and hazy. They carried a lot of evil qi, making people shudder. It was as if their hearts were tightly gripped by a blood-red hand, and they could not help but kneel down to him, submit to him, and beg him.
"A mere mortal country, do you really think that our Wan Jian House has no one?"
"Originally, I only wanted to cripple your sect. But now, not only do you have to die, but all the royal family of Qi will also be spared."
A cold voice pressed down on the wind and snow, clearly entering Xia Ji's ears.
There was contempt, arrogance, and tyranny hidden within.
