Overbearing, King Ding

A chill wind from nowhere swept close to the ground. The Jade Flower grove, once lush with the breath of spring, abruptly turned as bleak as the depths of winter. Apart from those whose cultivation had reached the Heaven rank or above, everyone present shuddered with a violent chill. Those young ladies of great houses fared even worse, their lovely faces draining of color as they sat trembling on their stools like quails drenched by rain.

Heavy footsteps rang out, and a towering man strode over.

This man was extraordinarily imposing. He was utterly unlike the princes and royal lords of the Blood Qin Empire present—those princes and lords were all handsome, fair-faced youths, and many had turned deathly pale from excessive wine and women, as though a gust of wind could knock them over.

This man was different. He was only a hair shorter than Lin Qi, yet even more massively built, his frame enough to rival Barrel's. Rather than wearing his hair in a topknot, he had shaved his head completely bald, polished bright and gleaming. Under the candlelight, his bald scalp shone brilliantly, making the silver-white beard covering his face all the more glaring.

Tall, rugged, brimming with wildness, this large man wore a blood-red coiled-dragon robe and a heavy horse-cleaving sword at his waist. Squinting, he walked step by step toward the slightly pale-faced Empress Dowager. Wherever he passed, jade flower buds fell like raindrops, unable to withstand the iron-blooded killing aura emanating from him; they stiffened and died one after another.

Ying Qin muttered under his breath, "Why is this madman here? That mad dog isn't around—no one can stand up to him!"

Hu Xinzhu narrowed his eyes in delight, chuckling until they became slits. "Now there's a show to watch. Tsk, he'll definitely wreck