Hong Kun's eyes burned red as he stared at Liu Mang, "Inside are the Evil Soldiers I have nurtured over so many years. I don't know how many years have passed, how many I have raised there. This time, opening it, I will use you for a blood sacrifice first, and then I will once again unite Nanjiang and lead my troops to Central Plains. The world will be mine, the throne will be mine!"
"What era do you think it is now, and you're still dreaming of becoming the Emperor," Liu Mang clenched his fists. Although the man in front of him was Hong Kun, he had been possessed by the vengeful spirit of the King of Zhen Nan; he was the King of Zhen Nan.
Everything that came back to him in the stone room yesterday, Liu Mang still remembered clearly; in his past life, he had been slaughtered by the King of Zhen Nan.
This guy had lingered for hundreds of years, his evil spirit not yet dissipated, and now he had unexpectedly reemerged.
