Young Lord Xuanyuan's Threat

Gu Lan did not like the expression on his face.

As soon as the killing intent leaked out, Gu Lan raised his hand and slapped him.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound echoed throughout the palace, and the young lord was stunned by the slap.

"You..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Gu Lan's hand was already raised again.

"Young Lord Xuanyuan, do you think I'm negotiating with you?"

Gu Lan's half-smile sent a shiver through him.

He quickly regained composure, and the killing intent returned to his eyes.

"If you dare harm me, I guarantee you'll die here!"

"Oh, really? Then let me try again!"

Gu Lan didn't take him seriously. With a flick of his wrist, he pierced his shoulder with a sword.

"Swish…"

Blood poured down, staining half of his body red.

The cruel expression on the young lord's face lessened, replaced by pain.

Gu Lan wasn't in the mood to waste words. He grabbed the young lord's throat and lifted him off the ground.