"You're shameless..."
As he stood proudly with his hands behind his back, a fragrant, soft body pressed close, and words breathed with orchid sweetness sounded beside Jian Shang's ear.
The Canada Faction had no idea what had happened, but Lü Rong, who knew a great deal about the Huan King, understood the trick.
That Golden-Bodied God-King was not a living creature. Once Jian Shang had sealed his power, he could simply store him in a storage item like any other object. It really had taken no more effort than blowing away dust.
Laid bare, the trick was hardly worth mentioning, yet it had frightened all the Canada Faction's Great Adepts!
"You..."
Jian Shang shuddered and nearly threw a punch. He stopped himself in time, but an icy chill instantly swept through his body, and his heart nearly leaped into his throat.
For all Jian Shang's breezy composure and air of looking down upon the world, it was all a facade.
Who could remain unaffected while surrounded by more than a dozen powerful Great Adepts? Even Qin Shi Huang had been forced to swallow his pride and negotiate when facing the Huan Kingdom's dozen or so Great Adepts.
The Sigh of Heaven was not all-powerful either. If the Canada Faction's Great Adepts attacked together, Jian Shang would either die or flee in utter defeat. Had he not feared the Golden Divine Cannon, he would already have asked Lü Rong to take him away. In truth, Jian Shang was even more nervous and wary than the Canada Faction's Great Adepts. Every fiber of his being was on guard; he was merely forcing himself not to show it.
When Lü Rong, whose aura was unfamiliar to him, suddenly pressed close and whispered those words, his warrior instincts mistook her for a powerful enemy