As his words fell, the mausoleum sank into deathly silence, broken only by the faint crackling of the burning royal palace in the distance.
Zhou Yuan stared intently at the red-clad woman before him, whose aura was unfathomable. His nerves were stretched to the limit.
Although King Wu was dead, Wu Yao before him exerted even greater pressure than her father! The Sacred Dragon Qi within Zhou Yuan stirred faintly. It was both the attraction of a shared origin and a warning of a potential threat.
Their gazes met in midair, invisible killing intent surging like an undercurrent. Though he did not know why Wu Yao had killed her father, Zhou Yuan understood that because of the Sacred Dragon Qi, they had been born natural enemies. He could sense that, like him, Wu Yao possessed an obsession with power far beyond that of ordinary people. Such a person would never easily surrender the portion of Sacred Dragon Qi within her.
Sure enough, Wu Yao's cold phoenix eyes swept over Zhou Yuan. Her red lips parted, and her voice carried not a trace of emotion. "Zhou Yuan, hand over the portion of Sacred Dragon Qi within you. Once you hand it over, the grievances between us can end today. I can overlook your killing of Wu Huang and the destruction of Great Wu. I can even promise never to set foot in Cangxuan Heaven again."
Hearing this, Zhou Yuan's heart sank, but he gave a faint laugh, his smile filled with chilliness and resolve. "What a boastful claim. Unfortunately, that is exactly what I was going to say. Give me the two streams of Sacred Dragon Qi in your possession, and you may leave safely today. All grudges will be wiped clean."
He knew full well that these were merely words