When the Regent King appeared, the entire grand sacrificial ceremony had already spiraled out of control. The legends of the Regent King were only from a decade ago, with many commoners still remembering this man, remembering how he had razed the temples of Chen Country to the ground, remembering his invincible troops.
They remembered how he had killed the Emperor in the Imperial Palace.
Prince of Ying, Jiang Gao, stared intently at the man riding an old horse, approaching step by step.
The no longer young elder swept his gaze across, as authoritative as a blade. Even Jiang Gao, Jiang Yuan, who were the most outstanding of the younger generation, still felt an indescribable oppression at this moment, almost as if they were in the presence of their own father.
The Regent King of Chen Country.
His hand tightened unconsciously, firmly pressing down on the armrest of his seat.
Suddenly, the sound of Armor could be heard.
That intense oppressiveness vanished.
