And yet, this only strengthened his conviction that Zhao Ci was not the Saint Monarch.
This man.
His mind was filled with foolish sentimentality.
'He'd been poisoned by a Gu himself, yet he was still worried about protecting Zhang Da Yong!'
'How ridiculous!'
'How could a man like that possibly be the Saint Monarch?'
Huangfu Song was filled with rage, yet he couldn't suppress a nagging doubt.
'From the looks of it, Zhao Ci has likely seen through most of my motives. So why did he still swallow the Paradise Gu?'
Why?
Why!
'This is bad!'
He shot into the air and sped straight toward the residence.
At the same time, a sound wave rapidly spread out in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, twelve dark figures emerged from different directions.
Several streams of black energy shot toward the sky, weaving together into countless intersecting currents. In a mere instant, they formed a Grand Array.
"Success!"
