Xu Zimo turned to look. Surrounded by a group of generals, King Qin slowly emerged, dressed in a golden robe.
His gaze was profound as he stared at Xu Zimo.
"Who are you, and why did you break into the imperial palace at night?"
"Having nothing better to do, I came strolling around with my friend," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Why are you wearing a mask? Do I know you?" King Qin narrowed his eyes slightly, probing for some clue.
Xu Zimo shook his head.
"The treasures in this vault are quite good. My friend and I picked out a few, and we'll be taking them today.
"If you want to keep me here, feel free to try."
"Why would His Majesty need to act personally? We alone can take you down," a military general beside him snorted coldly.
"Are you stronger than those four demons just now?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
"I cut those four down one slash at a time. You want to become lost souls beneath my blade too?"
"Such arrogant nonsense!" Military generals had never accepted defeat since ancient times.
Someone stepped forward and shouted, "Today, I shall have a taste of your skill."
"I too am willing to fight you."
The crowd began discussing heatedly, their chests filled with righteous indignation.
Yet King Qin waved his hand. Looking at Xu Zimo, he said, "Remove your mask, and I will spare your life."
"Everyone says King Qin is the strongest of the human race. I'd like to test that for myself," Xu Zimo replied.
"Impudent! How dare you speak to His Majesty like that?" a minister beside him rebuked.
But Xu Zimo remained perfectly calm.
"I think highly of you. You are a talent worth cultivating," King Qin said without anger.
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