Do You Think I'm Easy to Deal With?

The grand palace was ablaze, flames billowing, and the intensity of the fire engulfed the entire capital city.

On this day, chaos reigned in the capital city.

People within the palace scattered screams filling the air. Zhao Qingyun, the emperor, spat out a mouthful of blood, gazing at the palace engulfed in flames.

Despite being the emperor, he could do nothing.

Countless palace guards tried to extinguish the fire with water, but as Dragon Overlord had mentioned, the Vermilion Phoenix Sacred Fire couldn't be quenched by ordinary means.

"Fang Xiu, one year from now, I will ensure you have no resting place in death," roared Zhao Qingyun, carrying an endless fury echoed through the palace courtyard.

Perhaps, he was one of the most pitiful emperors in the mundane world.

His home was reduced to ashes, and he could only watch as the elite guards he had nurtured perished.

An emperor turned into a powerless figurehead, becoming a laughingstock for years to come.