Wei Tingwei had weathered countless battles in the first half of his life and had once worried for the nation and its people. His Vermillion Bird Supreme Yang Qi had long been cultivated to the point of perfection, reaching the realm where fiery Baleful Intent took true form.
Before him, ordinary scum needed only harbor selfish thoughts. Once cowed by his Baleful Intent, they would confess without being questioned, even spilling the secrets of their ancestors for eighteen generations.
Having occupied a lofty position for years, wielding the power of life and death, he maintained a cautious and respectful heart only before His Majesty, carefully currying favor.
Once outside, commanding great armies and relying on his formidable cultivation, he believed that, in all the world, aside from a scant few, no one was worthy of his concern.
Even a prince of the blood like the Wing King had to instruct his own heir to win him over properly, making all manner of promises.
That was both a recognition of his status.
And respect for his strength.
With such status and standing, such imposing might and Baleful Intent—
Wei Tingwei had never imagined that someone would dare set their sights on him.
He felt an indescribable sense of absurdity.
Yet the instinct for life and death he had honed through endless slaughter clearly told him that this was no illusion.
He had reached a moment of life or death.
Whether to remain where he was and hold out for reinforcements, or carve a bloody path out, was not a choice at all.
He smashed through the window. The Qi and Baleful Intent before him surged forth, transforming into a vermilion, blazing bird with its neck raised high, crying out in a piercing shriek.
At the same time, the Dragon Scale Saber