Marshal Ximen said flatly, "Whatever you may do, no one will touch you now; not because of your lofty rank and illustrious title as the Central Plains King, nor because of your exalted status in the Imperial Clan, but solely for the sake of that god of war who once commanded the winds and clouds!"
"For his glorious military exploits and undying achievements!"
"For that god of war who clearly had a chance to live, but whose growing military achievements brought him ever more supporters and loyal followers, whose mounting prestige gradually showed signs of threatening the throne, and who therefore willingly took all his trusted followers with him to fight to the death!"
"A prince of his generation who had a marshal's ability and wisdom, yet willingly served as a general charging into battle; who had the chance to leap straight past the rank of marshal and become an existence like the Left and Right Heavenly Kings, yet willingly died in battle for the sake of stability, leaving no hidden danger..."
"He was the man we Four Directional Marshals admired most! Back when he served in the West Army, he was also my closest brother!"
The Central Plains King's face turned pale again, and he murmured, "I haven't done anything."
Marshal Ximen said coldly, "That is why I came here in person this time. To watch you with my own eyes, and watch you finish watching these matches! You... just sit there quietly!"
His eyes rolled upward, cold light shooting from them. His gaze cleaved viciously outward like two long sabers tempered through a hundred battles, striking terror into the soul!
He fixed that gaze squarely on the Central Plains King's eyes and said, word by word, "Do. Not. Move!"
The Central Plains King slumped into his seat, his