Zhao Han no longer concealed his own aura while speaking. He released his earth immortal might, making it difficult for the others present to even breathe. His body swirled with brilliance. Previously, there had been some faint black runes binding him, but now, none of them could be seen anymore. The curse Wu Wuyan had sacrificed her entire life to apply had clearly lost its effects.

Zu An felt a bit down. He had planned to come in to reap all the benefits after the two sides killed each other, but why was he now facing Zhao Han at his strongest?

King Qi, didn’t you fight against the emperor for so many years? And yet now, you’ve already had your body and soul destroyed. Not only was the damage you inflicted negligible, you even helped him recover to his peak! How useless…

Still, he knew that wasn’t King Qi’s fault. Zhao Han, that cunning bastard, had already thought of many ways to give King Qi a fake skill over the past few decades, and...