"Xie Zhen, I know you are immensely powerful, Prince Jiangning is no match for you, and probably neither is the senior disciple of the Martial Sect, but if the whole world stands against you, do you really think you can fight your way through?"
Yuan Jimo's smile emerged but soon solidified.
He had been observing the reaction of the young man in black.
He knew.
This youngster wore a mask that concealed his true face, a magic artifact, but the eyes do not lie; the young man's expression had not changed much throughout.
At this moment.
Xie Xuanyi watched calmly and indifferently from atop his horse at the head of the Imperial City Directorate.
He did not speak.
There was no need to speak.
The message in his eyes was.
Why can't I?
If the whole world stood against me... how could I not fight my way through?
This was something he had done ten years ago, when he had killed more people than there were on this street.
What he faced at that time.
