Holy crap!
A Magic Tool!
Someone actually dared to attack me, and inside the imperial palace at that. Could the Dry Emperor be plotting against me?
In that split second, countless thoughts raced through Qin Jun's mind, and rage surged in his heart. He immediately drew the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear. Silver light burst forth in an instant, so dazzling that even the Dry Emperor had to shut his eyes.
Clang!
Qin Jun gripped the Silver Dragon Soul-Slaying Spear with both hands and smashed the longsword into the ground, breaking it in half. The impact even blasted a huge crater into the floor, startling the Dry Emperor as his eyes locked onto the spear in Qin Jun's hands.
"What a mighty spear!"
The Dry Emperor marvelled inwardly. Though he had seen countless treasures, he had never encountered such an extraordinary spear. Its rank had to be extremely high.
At that moment, Qin Jun turned around and glared at the Dry Emperor with bloodshot eyes, making the emperor's heart skip a beat as he hurriedly rose to his feet.
"Father Emperor, what exactly do you mean by this?"
Qin Jun stared fixedly at the Dry Emperor, his tone filled with disbelief. It was only natural. Earlier, the Dry Emperor had treated him no differently from a biological father—perhaps even better. After all, the Dry Emperor had so many sons, yet Qin Jun was the only one truly granted a royal title. This had left Qin Jun with a very favourable impression of him.
Who would have thought this bastard would set me up!
The Dry Emperor said somewhat awkwardly, "I merely wished to test you. Come out, Zeng Donglai!"
As soon as he spoke, a valiant man in black brocade robes stepped out from a corner. His black hair was tied