"Mistake? I'm actually quite eager to see what 'mistake' you're referring to," said the Sixth Prince of the Qin Dynasty, his words had hardly left his lips when Yang Guixiang, clad in a blood robe, stepped forward, grinning ferociously at the other party.
In a flash, a bloody, murderous aura erupted from Yang Guixiang, as if he had stepped right out of a blood-soaked domain of Shura. His pupils glistened with a crimson sheen, and his fierce aura overwhelmed like a landslide, sweeping toward the Sixth Prince of the Qin Dynasty.
The formerly arrogant Sixth Prince of the Qin Dynasty, feeling the unfathomably deep presence emanating from Yang Guixiang, displayed a look of sheer terror on his face.
Fear!
That was the feeling unavoidably surfacing in the heart of the Sixth Prince of the Qin Dynasty as he looked into Yang Guixiang's murderous eyes—he even sensed the threat of death.
It seemed that if Yang Guixiang but made a move, the prince feared his life might not be spared.
