Who could have imagined it? Who could have imagined that a man who had been defeated twenty-eight years ago, crippled by infighting, and kept under strict confinement ever since, would one day return like a king?
And now, he stood before them.
Myriad sword gleams hung suspended in the air, tearing it apart and stunning everyone present.
Silence.
The vast grounds were now deathly silent.
A high-ranking member of the mighty South Pole Royal Family had just been decapitated, and he hadn't even had a chance to resist death's approach.
The disparity in strength was astonishing.
This man, Chen Jinnan, stood there like a sword immortal. A single breath or glance from him was enough to awe the entire crowd.
Chen Jinnan held an iron sword in one hand, the other clasped behind his back. His gaze was like a torch, his indifferent eyes scanning the crowd. He was as calm as an ancient well, without a single ripple of emotion.
