"See? The Wang Family's methods were underhanded. True prodigies are protected by the Great Dao's fortune and blessings. They're not so easily snuffed out. The Great Ability they sent to assassinate Ye Fan was nothing but a clown in the end."
Jiang Ming descended from the sky, returning from the stars above the Void Ancient Hall. With a calm expression, he pointed a finger, and a mirror formed in the air. It showed exactly what was happening outside.
After surviving the assassination attempt, Ye Fan wasted no time mocking them. "With the way you're acting, you think Wang Teng can become an emperor? An emperor presses forward without fear. Can the Wang Family kill every prodigy on his path? All you'll accomplish is making enemies everywhere. Your destruction is only a matter of time, and I, Ye Fan, will be the first to make sure of it."
Jiang Ming's methods had grown ever more wondrous. By combining the Void Secret Art with other principles of the Dao, he reflected everything happening outside, creating a technique that was practically a live broadcast.
Jiang Ming remembered a technique called the Full Moon Art, a method of the immortals. The range of his projection was its greatest limitation; it had yet to reach the level of a true immortal art.
Central Emperor Xiang Yufei stared wide-eyed at Ye Fan, who had a bronze coffin on his shoulder. He fell silent. The kid really was something. Then he glanced at Wang Teng and his father beside him, his contempt plain to see.
Ji Zi looked at Jiang Ming in surprise, impressed by his divine ability.
As for Northern Emperor Wang Teng and his family, they had lost any chance of winning Ji Zi's approval.
Planting assassins outside the Ji Family's gates? They were like