The king lowered his head, his youthful face turned toward the floor, his long golden hair falling over his eyes.
Crowned worm... Was that really what Qingyi had just called him?
He had never been humiliated like this, not even when he was nothing more than the third prince, far from the crown and competing with his older brother for his father's attention.
But what could he say? Should he fight Qingyi? Order every soldier to throw themselves at him like a meat grinder?
One of his True Immortals was dead with a single blow. The other, for sure, didn't seem too excited about the idea of fighting.
He still remembered Qingyi from the time when he was still known as the noble third prince and not the king of this nation.
Even back then, Qingyi was difficult to deal with.
The fact was that the king had made a mistake, from the moment he heard Tianshi's suggestion to the moment he declared his decision on the matter for all in the capital to hear.
