Qi Xuan cursed in pain, "You killed your own father and king, and you think you're fit to be emperor?! There is righteous energy in the heavens and earth. You've cultivated dark arts, but you won't live for many more years!"
"Haha, with my grand accomplishments, how could I not live long?" Qi Hong squatted down slightly, grabbed Qi Xuan's jaw, and with a forceful twist, dislocated it, rendering him unable to speak another word.
He wouldn't let those who cursed him die too easily.
Qi Xuan, drenched in cold sweat from the pain, glared at Qi Hong, but a look of joy flashed in his eyes.
Qi Hong sensed something was wrong.
But it was too late.
A gust of wind swept in from the side. Qi Hong immediately realized there was someone else, and just as he tried to manipulate the black mist to defend himself, that hidden person struck first, causing a sharp pain in his chest!
Qi Hong lashed out with his sleeve, knocking the hidden person away.