Qin Tianyi crashed to the ground, drenched in blood. He looked far more miserable than Tan Yuming, who was bleeding from all seven orifices outside the Golden Throne Hall.
Zhang Yuan looked at him expressionlessly.
Noticing Zhang Yuan's gaze, Qin Tianyi rolled his cloudy yet shrewd eyes. Just as before, he rubbed a feeble wisp of cyan lightning into being in his palm and slowly sent it toward Zhang Yuan.
"This little brother took a killing blow. This is the last of my strength! Brother [Return to True], take care! I'll be going on ahead..."
With those words, Qin Tianyi lost consciousness completely.
Zhang Yuan stared at the cyan lightning before him, his forehead covered in black lines.
A mighty Foundation Establishment Celestial possessed boundless vitality. How could a single killing blow leave him unconscious?
Qin Tianyi was playing the same old trick again.
Forget it.
Zhang Yuan had never counted on him anyway. It made no difference whether he played dead.
Tan Duanchang glanced at Qin Tianyi playing dead on the floor, considered it briefly, then left him alone.
The old man was an utter coward and posed no threat. Better to deal with the person before him first.
"Hahaha... Tan Chengcheng, don't think you're the only one with a backup plan. Did you really think this Crown Prince was a fool who would come unprepared?"
Just then, Tan Yuming's voice came from outside the hall.
At some point, Tan Yuming had climbed to his feet. His hair hung loose, his face was smeared with blood, and he held up a Great Heng Imperial Token.
Around Tan Yuming stood several First God Cult members clad in black robes with their faces covered. At a glance, every one of these black-robed cultists possessed at least early World-Raising Realm cultivation.
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