Wang Yufan was seated on the throne in the center of the square, and the flaming long spear, which had originally been stuck in the middle, was now in his hand, being caressed.
"You...how did you get here, and even before me? Get down immediately! That seat was once occupied by our Yan Realm's Great Emperor!" Flame Emperor's face was as black as a pot bottom; he didn't understand why Wang Yufan was on that seat, as he should have been behind him.
Caressing the long spear while looking at Flame Emperor with a cold gaze, Wang Yufan said with a smile, "Didn't I come with you? Now you're asking me why; what you're saying doesn't make sense at all. I saw you bowing to an empty seat, so I sat down. Besides, with my status, it wouldn't be too insulting to your face if you bowed to me."
Upon hearing Wang Yufan's words, Flame Emperor's anger had reached its breaking point. He was now ready to fight Wang Yufan to the death, regardless of his current state.
