The distance between the two sides is less than fifty steps.
The hall is spacious, and Qi Yun sits high on the Dragon Throne, looking down on them.
"You're here to kill me, aren't you!"
His expression is very calm, and he speaks in a statement, clearly convinced that these people are here to kill him.
"We are acting under orders!"
The Black Armor Leader says coldly.
This is the Emperor, the ruler of Dazhou, and deserves some face, otherwise, with their temperament, they wouldn't bother to say anything.
Qi Yun nods: "Very well, but that depends on whether you have the ability!"
Qi Yun finishes speaking and suddenly slams the table.
"Click, click, click!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
Accompanied by the sound of gears turning, hundreds of holes suddenly appear in the walls of the hall, and arrows fly out from these holes.
