But there was no trace of sympathy in Yan An's eyes, only the pleasure of revenge. "Haha, Flame Emperor, do you know pain? When they made this woman devour Ya'er's soul and occupy her body alive, did they know her pain?"
"Yan An, his current strength probably can't even match yours. If you want revenge, then go ahead, feel free to kill him." Mu Qianyue, with cold eyes, glared at the Flame Emperor opposite.
Hypocritical, selfish, arrogant, ungrateful, such a king has long deserved death.
Still vainly attempting to covet Jing's bloodline, what a delusion!
"Great! Then I thank the Mistress!" Yan An's face lit up with joy, wiping away the tear stains on his face, he raised his sword and pointed it directly at the Flame Emperor. "Although you didn't personally kill my daughter, it was you who led to her death! All of this was your design! Therefore, you deserve to die! Even if it means bearing the crime of regicide from this day forth, I, Yan An, fear nothing, regret nothing!"
