"Beast!"
Emperor Tianwu clenched his fists and roared, "Once I catch you, I'll flay you and tear out your tendons! You'll spend eternity in despair!"
To a ruler, the murder of his subjects was a tremendous humiliation.
Yet Qin An was so at ease. He did it as casually as eating or drinking, without the slightest pause.
Qin An shook his head faintly. "The battle back then was a bloodbath. These men of yours have plenty of blood on their hands too."
With a thought, he pulled out another man.
Crack!
The sound of a neck breaking rang out. Despair covered the former dynasty man's face as his corpse fell silently to the ground.
Beside him, the First Prince felt a chill run through his heart.
He had never imagined Qin An's solution would be so simple and direct.
But thinking it over, it did make sense.
Only the lives of these former dynasty men could shake Emperor Tianwu, even a little.
Nothing else stood a chance of doing so.
As for these former dynasty men, the First Prince knew who they were.
Every one of them had been a claw of the former dynasty's tyrant. There was no evil they had not committed.
Their deaths were atonement for the people they had once oppressed.
Emperor Tianwu was about to speak again when a sudden rush of wind sounded.
Marshal Liu seized the moment and thrust his spear with all his might.
The instant it came at him, Emperor Tianwu's heart lurched. He hurriedly raised his own spear to block.
Boom!
A muffled impact rang out. The instant it sounded, Emperor Tianwu spat blood, his body shuddered, and he flew backward.
That single strike had left him badly wounded.
Even though he knew Qin An was trying to unsettle him,