He looked down again, his gaze sweeping over the old farmer and the young man in front of the thatched cottage. 'Hmm, two mortals.'
'That's a bit strange... Someone definitely made a move just now, and they were incredibly skilled. They tore apart my Sea of Blood and Mountain of Corpses manifestation without a sound!'
After a moment of contemplation, the Wu'an Monarch collected himself and looked at Yan Huang, who had been forced back by the sea of blood and could not escape. He said coolly:
"Will you surrender without a fight, or shall I cut you down right here? Speaking of which, it has indeed been many years since I've killed a Grand Grade."
Yan Huang's eyelid twitched. He glanced around; the sea of blood had sealed off the area completely...
His gaze shifted, and he chuckled.
"Then we'll have to see what the Wu'an Monarch is capable of..."
