So close.
He could have overthrown Great Liang and accomplished what even a man like his adoptive father, Zhang Gui, never could.
"Hahaha!"
"To stand at the peak of power, to stand above hundreds of millions, to make it so no one dares to bully or humiliate me, so that everyone knows the name Xu Xiaohan! This is my youthful spirit, the desire of my heart right now!"
"So what if you're a Grandmaster?"
"It's just death."
"What is there to fear?"
"Fight! Come and fight!"
Xu Han laughed wildly, casting aside all restraint. He began to burn his blood, qi, and True Essence, ready to charge toward Emperor Jianwu and erupt in the final, most brilliant radiance of his life.
"An ant dares to provoke a Grandmaster..."
The white-haired man in the Purple Robe sneered.
"A pity. He's just at the Peak. Utterly useless."
A flicker of regret crossed the Little Emperor's face.
