"What did you just ask? What am I?"
Zhou Yi moved like a ghost, his vast true qi forming a giant hand that dragged Ji Yue before him.
Dragon Grasping Skill.
A technique for manipulating true qi, capable of seizing objects from afar.
Ordinary experts used it only to retrieve blades or swords from a distance, or against third-rate martial artists, making themselves look dashing and impressive.
Yet when Zhou Yi's oceanic true qi was unleashed, it surged like crashing waves. An ultimate expert like Ji Yue had no strength to resist at all. It was truly a case of turning decay into magic.
"Now let me tell you: I am His Majesty's blade, forged specifically to kill people. Commander Ji, tell me—do you think I dare kill you?"
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Ji Yue's face had turned crimson from suffocation. He wanted desperately to snap back with some backbone, but his heart quailed.
The force around his neck grew heavier and heavier. He could nearly hear his sinews and bones creaking. If he angered Eunuch Yi again, this day next year would be the anniversary of his death.
Lu Wei, Assistant Commander of the Pacification Office, let out a long howl at the sight.
"Attack together! Protect the Commander!"
As he spoke, he leaped into the air and flung out dozens of ox-hair needles. Every one of them glimmered blue-green, clearly smeared with deadly poison.
The Pacification Office strongmen on duty in the hall drew their goose-feather sabers and rushed forward in a surrounding assault.
Eastern Depot agents blocked Zhou Yi's path. The clash of blades rang out without end, and the main hall of the Pacification Office instantly descended into chaos.
"Stop! Stop at once!"
Ji Yue no longer dared hold on stubbornly. He begged, "Eunuch Yi, I will