"So all of this, it's all fake?"
Although Xie Xuanyi didn't have [Feng Mou].
But at this moment, he too understood the truth.
Sword Qi formed a circle on the ground, within this vast territory, Emperor Qi's lingering thoughts were torn apart by Chen Ke, reassembled, torn apart, and reassembled again...
Ever since [Feng Mou] began to draw from the bone blood of the person on the throne.
The aura of Emperor Qi's lingering thoughts started to grow increasingly stronger.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of iron scales resonating from the throne.
The whole hall began to tremble.
"What is true, what is false?"
Emperor Qi's expression changed, reverting back to that first-seen face, the face known as "Zhong Wu," and with a gaze of compassion and pity, he looked at the youth in front of him and said softly, "If I had exchanged only truths with you, how would you have entered the hall to break these shackles of Dragon Blood for me?"
Ao Ying's complexion turned pale.
