Yuan Cheng was struck by He Tan's palm and sent flying backward. He spat blood and fell unconscious.
That was only because He Tan had not dealt a killing blow and had shown considerable mercy. Otherwise, Yuan Cheng would have already died on the spot, leaving not even bones behind.
Yuan Fei's face was filled with panic. He did not even dare to look at his own son.
He wanted to curse Yuan Cheng in his heart as well. It was one thing for him to make provocative remarks about other factions under the Great Emperor's command in ordinary times. The Great Emperors were generous and benevolent, so naturally they would not take it to heart or lower themselves to argue with a junior like him.
But speaking to a Great Emperor like that—wasn't that courting death?
No Great Emperor would tolerate a subordinate provoking his own majesty. Yuan Cheng had made precisely that mistake.
"Great Emperor, once I return, I will definitely teach this boy a harsh lesson. It was my failure in handling matters, my failure in handling matters. This subordinate is willing to offer all the keys to the Great Emperor without compensation. I only hope the Great Emperor will calm his anger." Yuan Fei understood the situation well and no longer even dared to ask for the reward for the keys.
What a joke. If he angered a Great Emperor, it would already be a blessing if he could preserve his life and position. How could he still think about any other reward?
His heart ached over it as well. If possible, of course he wanted it, but did he still have the nerve to ask for it now?
Great Emperor He Tan clearly had no intention of giving it to him. Waving his hand, he