Blood Transformation Divine Venerable's Disciple, Cooperation?

Jiang Dali's burly, imposing figure stood at the doorway as steady as Mount Tai. His physique was so massive and intimidating that he nearly blocked the entire entrance, cutting off the sunlight from outside and making him seem like a dark cloud blotting out the sky. His majestic build gave others the strange sensation of looking up at a towering mountain.

The three people in the room were all seized by dread and dared not move rashly. The monk reeking of blood locked Jiang Dali in his flashing gaze, only feeling that the Black Wind Stronghold Master's movement had been like lightning, even faster than expected. Jiang Dali had appeared openly at the doorway without giving him any chance to react.

"King of Comrades, you... weren't you already heading to the imperial mausoleum? Why did you return so quickly?"

Zhu Yunwen stared at Jiang Dali, his heart pounding wildly and his eyelids twitching.

"Ha ha!"

Jiang Dali shook his head with a smile. Like a fierce tiger slowly prowling through his own territory, he swept his cold, lightning-like gaze over the three people in the room and sneered. "Your Majesty, you said you had grown, but in my eyes, you are still far too immature. You can arrange for someone to send me messages from the imperial mausoleum, but I can also arrange for the eunuchs around you to convey only the information I want you to know."

"You!"

As though struck by lightning, Zhu Yunwen trembled as shock and fury overwhelmed him. He shouted, "This is treason against the throne! I can punish you right now! Guards! Guards!!"

"Go ahead and shout!"

Jiang Dali chuckled. "Your Majesty, shout as much as you like. It does not matter even if you scream yourself hoarse. I would like to see who