"As everyone knows, the dead have no value.
I am a common man, and when a common man rages, the whole realm wears mourning white."
Lin Feng extended a hand, making a measuring gesture. "Within seven paces, my hands are both swift and steady. If I wish it, you are a dead man. While you live, these guards will fight and die for you. But once you are dead, faced with an expert like me...
Will they still stand in my way and fight me to the death?"
Menzang E'pang was furious beyond words. Forcing down his anger, he shouted, "Then kill me right now!"
He felt he had made a wrong move.
It was not that he had never seen experts. Quite the opposite: he was a seasoned veteran who had encountered countless mighty warriors. Martial experts, masters in the army, recluses of the Three Teachings—Menzang E'pang had seen plenty of them.
And killed plenty, too.
So he knew very well that human strength had its limits. Even an expert was powerless before a military formation.
Li Yuanhao was the exception among those experts. He felt an instinctive fear of Li Yuanhao. This sovereign's rise had been accompanied by many myths and legends akin to "Liu Bang slaying the white snake." And the closer one came to him, the more one felt the terror of something unfathomable that could dispose of one's life at will.
Whatever he possessed, Li Yuanhao possessed too. Whatever he lacked, Li Yuanhao also possessed.
His overwhelming fear had driven him to use Ninglingge to kill Li Yuanhao. Now, with the matter settled, an even deeper terror had seized him.
The most primal kind of terror.
The terror of a savage beast standing right before him!
He had heard the old Indian monk say that