Yang Ji only felt enveloped by an endless momentum, unable to break free.
After a spatial tug, he reappeared inside a grand hall.
At the head of the hall, Zhuan Lun sat on the king's throne with an air of dignity, looking down coldly at Yang Ji.
"Did you ever think this day would come when you dared to challenge my authority?"
"Bring him out and behead him!"
Yang Ji was restrained at this moment, completely immobilized. The only means he had to counter Zhuan Lun was the Wheel of Destiny.
But he had never confronted a powerhouse like the Quasi-Imperial Monarch before; he didn't know if the Wheel of Destiny, pieced together from eight fragments of Destiny Gears, could deliver a fatal blow to such formidable adversaries. If he failed, the supremely treasured Wheel of Destiny would undoubtedly be exposed.
Moreover, his current identity was particularly sensitive. He estimated that the bigwigs of the Celestial Court were watching him from the shadows.
