"How dare you speak about my friend in that tone?!" Wuhan roared. "Who do you think you are?"
The pressure of a Soul Budding Realm cultivator filled the throne room like an ocean of power, and Song Tian Ye was drowning in it.
Shi Tzu had immediately shielded himself with protective talismans, but even he felt the edges of that tremendous power and couldn't help but take an involuntary step backward.
From her shadowy corner, Feng Niu's killing intent receded slightly, replaced by satisfaction. 'Hehe, show that fool his place.'
Wuhan stood from his throne.
The simple act of rising seemed to magnify the pressure tenfold. Song Tian Ye gasped, his body shaking as he tried and failed to lift his head from the floor.
As Wuhan descended the steps from the raised platform, each footfall echoed through the silent throne room.
He stopped directly in front of the prostrate envoy.
