An icy chill rose in Murong Huaide's eyes.
The temperature in the surrounding space dropped instantly.
This Envoy of the Ping Tian Army was one of the foremost young talents. Though still young, he had already entered the fifth tier. In many people's eyes, he represented the future of the Ping Tian Army and was the Murong family's heavy wager placed upon Zhang Anliang.
Ever since joining the Ping Tian Army, Murong Huaide had received Zhang Anliang's personal instruction and developed the deepest admiration for this Great Leader. Naturally, he could not tolerate outsiders slandering him.
Most importantly, Murong Huaide had never truly regarded Wang Chen or Princess Qingyun as worthy opponents.
Even though news of the battle at Hanhai Pass had long since spread throughout the realm!
Yet just as this descendant of the Murong family tried to display his might, an even more powerful force suddenly enveloped him, making him feel as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
His vital blood froze, his force congealed, and he actually lost control over his own body.
Intense terror instantly surged into Murong Huaide's heart, draining every trace of color from his face.
Only then did Murong Huaide realize that he had made a grave mistake.
With all his strength, he barely managed to lower his head.
His instincts told this Envoy of the Ping Tian Army that if he continued to remain arrogant and unruly, he would surely suffer a terrible misfortune.
Even if he did not die, he would still suffer a loss he could not bear!
As the saying went, those who recognized the times were the true heroes. Though humiliated in his heart, Murong Huaide still chose to bow his head.
And at the very moment Murong Huaide admitted defeat, the oppressive pressure upon him