"That man has gone mad with killing!"
Tang Xiong tucked his hands together and sat back down with an honest, guileless expression, though he still could not hide the terror between his brows.
Silence settled over the imperial study. For a long time, no one spoke...
Knowing that Yang Erlang stood atop the loftiest peak, a match for an entire nation, was one thing.
Watching him chase down an army of ten thousand men, hacking away all by himself, was another!
Even Wang Jiangling, steadfast as he was, felt his resolve waver. Before such overwhelming might, do political schemes truly have any use?
For some reason, the young Bright Virtue Emperor, Zhao Hong, suddenly remembered what that man had said back in Road Pavilion: if he failed to amount to anything, he could forget about returning to Capital City and settle down as a waiter at the Welcome Inn instead... Had he meant it?
The first time he heard those words, he had assumed the man was merely trying to frighten him.
Later, as he gradually learned about Yang Erlang's martial prowess and connections, he began to think he had meant it.
Later still, as their relationship eased and he came to understand Yang Erlang's character, he became certain the man had only been trying to frighten him.
At this very moment, he suddenly felt that the man had been serious after all!
Never mind back then-even now, if he failed to be a proper emperor, that man would likely drag him off the dragon throne and put someone else on it!
"Gulp..."
He swallowed and said with difficulty, "How can a monster like that exist in this world?"
The other three men in the hall looked up at him. His young, handsome face was deathly pale, his lips trembling