King Liqin's words sounded slightly patronizing but his expression remained, as though he had already predicted such a result from the start.
At the same time, a black crack appeared in front of him. It was as big as a door!
King Liqin walked in extremely slowly. As he stepped into the crack, his body slowly became blurred.
Truly mighty warriors would not be troubled by the past. Their only thought would be there's a problem … and they should solve it!
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The Eastern Gate of the Flame Capital City.
The city gate constructed with countless bronze parts still radiated with a dark green glow, exuding a strange and eerie quality in the darkness of the night.
Those clothed in black were still battling the nobles and the citizens as their battlecries sounded one after the other.
At this moment, a group of people galloped over hastily from afar, their shimmering coats of armor reflecting faint glimmers of radiance under the moonlight.
