Having said that, Yan Ruyu fixed her gaze on Sikong Jing again. Seeing his complexion turn increasingly livid, she burst into laughter.
The so-called great toy was naturally Sikong Jing himself.
Taking a deep breath, Sikong Jing, filled with a cold intent, stared at Yan Ruyu and asked, "I'm very curious, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"
Whether it was himself or his million personal soldiers, both had made tremendous contributions to the Great Shang Dynasty by quelling the chaos of the Seven Countries, saving the people from flood and fire, and expanding the territory of the dynasty.
Even if he truly needed to be killed, did Yan Ruyu and Yang Tianmo feel no emotion whatsoever about slaughtering his million personal soldiers?
"Hahaha…"
In response to Sikong Jing, it was still Yan Ruyu's wild laughter.
"Divine retribution? I, Yan Ruyu, am the heavens, who dares to condemn me?"
"Your vision is limited to this tiny place; you have no idea how vast the world is."
