Ang left the Manchester Family estate. The moment he stepped onto the bluestone stairs, he saw two Legendary warriors waiting outside, clad in black-and-gold Enchanted Armaments.
The two stood straight at the entrance like statues, though they could not hide their nervousness.
"Lord Ange." The two saluted in unison, their voices filled with reverence.
Ang paused, his gaze narrowing slightly as he swept his eyes over them. "Did His Majesty send you?"
The two exchanged a glance and hurriedly bowed in confirmation.
One of them took a parchment scroll from his robes and raised it with both hands, respectfully presenting it to him. "My lord, His Majesty instructed us to deliver this to you personally. His Majesty said... the Empire needs you."
Ang chuckled softly and took the scroll.
The parchment felt cold in his hand and emanated an unusual aura.
He opened it and skimmed through its contents.
Then his gaze darkened slightly, though a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Just as expected.
The contents of the parchment were exactly as he had anticipated. The Emperor had merely acted too hastily, exposing his intentions.
The next instant, with a tearing sound, the parchment spontaneously ignited in his palm, turning into wisps of ash that scattered into the wind.
The two Legendary warriors' expressions changed drastically, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads.
Naturally, they had heard the rumors from the imperial court: Ang had confronted the demigod Emperor alone within the palace and had not fallen behind in the slightest.
A being capable of contending with a demigod—even the words "evenly matched" alone—was enough to strike fear into countless Legendary warriors.
At that moment, they truly feared that Ang might be in a foul mood and casually crush them into dust in a fit of rage.