Sure enough, under Jin Yunian's terrified gaze, the outrageously arrogant Yi Ku, who had been spouting wild boasts, died.
There was no earth-shattering battle between the two. The young man who seemed to be a fake King simply smashed him to death with a pot.
Yes, a single blow from a pot!
Although he had never seen such a strange crystal pot, he could still recognize its general shape. It was unquestionably a piece of cookware.
At that moment, Jin Yunian began to doubt his understanding of the world.
Who on earth had been bored enough to fashion such a powerful Treasure into a cooking pot?
Yun Che let go of Ye Qingshuang and turned to Jin Yunian, who was bowing and scraping with a fawning expression.
Unfortunately, this world had no cigarette culture. Otherwise, the man would surely have offered him a cigarette at the first opportunity.
"Young King from the Holy City, aren't you going to throw out a few threats or unleash some killing move?"
"Looking so apologetic makes it very hard for me to kill you!"
The corners of Jin Yunian's mouth twitched repeatedly as he suppressed the urge to strangle him.
He took a few steps forward and obediently offered up his most treasured possession, the Illusion Bell, with both hands.
"You jest, my lord. Not every prodigy from our Holy City is arrogant."
"For example, I'm the mild-mannered, easygoing sort."
"Please accept this Supreme-Grade Treasure as my apology to this young lady."
Yun Che did not take it. Instead, he asked Ye Qingshuang beside him, "Dean, what do you think?"
Ye Qingshuang considered briefly, then frowned. "Will this cause you trouble? What if he talks once he gets out? Why don't we just kill him?"
Hearing this, Jin Yunian hurriedly raised a hand and