God's mouth was the toughest part of him.
Whether he could win or not, he could not lose in presence.
It was mainly to steady the troops' morale.
Lu Chen looked sorrowfully at his teacher. "Teacher, would you be sad if I died?"
Bai Ye: "???"
Whoever you are, get off my traitorous disciple right now!
Bai Ye was stunned by those words for a second. Beneath his mask, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. He always felt that Lu Chen had been acting strangely today.
Suddenly, Lu Chen's sorrowful expression vanished, replaced by a stillness like stagnant water, as though the person from moments ago had not been him.
"Your methods have left this disciple in awe, Teacher. I never expected my arrangements to be destroyed by a few juniors you guided so casually."
That was more like it! Now this felt right!
Bai Ye found the current Lu Chen much more pleasing to the eye.
Just as he was about to speak, a cold voice cut in.
"Black King."
Bai Ye paused slightly and looked toward the Tyrant, who had spoken.
The Tyrant nodded faintly. "As you said, this era is indeed magnificent. Please grant me the chance to bear witness to it."
As he spoke, the Tyrant's gaze shifted to Lu Chen, and blazing battle intent burned in his eyes.
"I want to see just how great the gap is between myself and the pinnacle of the previous era."
As his words fell, streams of gilded mist rose behind the Tyrant, and tens of thousands of golden longswords were forged from the golden fog!
Bai Ye stared dumbfounded. Seriously, where had this guy gotten such a sense of humor?
Lu Chen had just shut down the Ten Kings. Had he already forgotten?
Oh, right. He had