Although he didn't witness what happened, he understood the moment he saw Feng Wuchang.
Feng Wuchang secretly groaned. He hadn't wanted to come to the Golden Summit in the first place. It was a place where gods fought, and even a louse could crush him. But the others wouldn't have it and insisted that he come along.
This plan is far too audacious; no one trusts anyone else, and there's no chance for anyone to remain uninvolved.
Fortunately, the others assured him that they would deal with Zhao Hao, and he only needed to deal with the embroidered-robed envoys and the imperial guards, which put his mind at ease.
Although he was worlds apart from the emperor, he was still one of the peak masters of the Zhengyang Sect, and dealing with a few mere Embroidered-Robe Envoys and Imperial Guards was a piece of cake for him.
Moreover, the master of pornography censorship brought his precious apprentice along; surely I, as a senior, am not inferior to a mere monk.
He chuckled sheepishly and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, I was forced into this situation."
The others cursed inwardly, thinking that this guy was a hypocrite, still fawning over the emperor even now.
Zhao Hao snorted coldly. Having witnessed countless power struggles throughout his years as an emperor, he naturally knew Feng Wuchang's thoughts and was too lazy to waste words with him: "After all, Wuxie and I have known each other for a time, so let me avenge him first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and touched the other person.
Feng Wuchang shrank back, instinctively wanting to run away. As a grandmaster, he was usually as swift as the wind.
But then he found himself unable to move at all, as if he had been locked onto by some prehistoric behemoth.
Immediately afterwards, a bright yellow phantom hand appeared in front of him, grabbed him, and then gently squeezed him.
Bang!
With a muffled thud that sent chills down one's spine, his entire body was crushed into a bloody mess.
Throughout the entire process, Zhao Hao remained standing still without moving an inch.
Cold sweat poured down the temples of Qi Wang's men on the Golden Summit. They knew that Qi Wang, Wu Wuyan, and the Master Jianhuang had just surrounded him, ready to make a move at any moment.
Unfortunately, in that split second, he killed one of his companions, who was considered a master, before the three of them could even react.
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