Carrying a murderous aura, laced with coldness, the icy sensation pierced right on his tailbone.
He instinctively felt fear.
This feeling Xuanyuan Yichuan had only sensed in front of his grandfather.
Stern, icy, violent.
This is the indelible aura left from countless battles on the battlefield.
Yet, this person is just a mere guard!
How could he possibly compare to his grandfather?
Xuanyuan Yichuan found it hard to believe.
"I originally thought you, Xuanyuan Yichuan, were a good man," Yu Siqiao looked down at him coldly, speaking slowly, "But you really disappoint me."
Xuanyuan Yichuan suddenly became furious, shouting fiercely, "Of course you'd say that. You won in the end, you get to have her, but you're just a villain flaunting your success!"
Yu Siqiao raised his brows, mocking coldly, "The victor becomes king, the loser is vilified. It's always been this way. Survival of the fittest."
Xuanyuan Yichuan remained unwilling, "I underestimated you. If I had..."
