Each of the ministers and chancellors seemed eager to elevate Xu Jie to the heavens.
They feared that any slight would lead to the loss of favor.
"My dear ministers, there's no need to worry."
Xu Jie smiled mysteriously, at ease with himself.
"This world has nothing truly worth fighting over."
"A true strongman seeks to walk the world alone, above all beings!"
"A mere youngster dares to vie with me for the world?"
"Ha, a fool's dream!"
In just a few words, his dominance was fully displayed.
The old man's eyes held an arrogant scorn for the world.
It seemed that the universe and time were mere playthings in his hands.
Yet, there were always unseeing flies seeking their own doom.
It's simply... courting death!
"Come, transmit my orders."
Xu Jie suddenly spoke, his voice icy.
"Order the guards to seal the palace gates tightly. Guard them strictly, let no failures occur!"
"As for Zhang Beixing..."
The old man paused, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
