Zhao Sheng very decisively dispersed his protective mana and, with a cupped fist salute, said loudly, "Emperor, did you find it amusing just now? Why don't you simply pierce my throat with a sword? To trifle with a junior does not befit the demeanor of an Emperor!"
The reason he was so "presumptuous" was because Zhao Sheng was certain that the other party had no intention of killing him.
Otherwise, there would have been countless opportunities to slay him with a sword earlier and not wait until now.
The little silver sword gently tapped its tip, and suddenly the ringing sound of the sword reverberated across the sky, "Hehe, a blood red sky, a deathly aura envelopes... what a crime to incur the wrath of the heavens, for which there is no prayer!"
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Sheng was startled and immediately took out a stack of colorful talismans from his bosom and slapped them all over his body.
