Translator: Aran

  Seeing Ye Qingyu’s actions, Miao Wuhen cracked a silent smile as he sat motionlessly on the gilded chariot, as calm as a cat toying with a rat.

  Given no signal by their chief commander, the army of Black Armor Warriors beside him, too, remain motionless, resembling black iron sculptures and showing why they were truly a frightening steel legion.

  Ye Qingyu promptly arrived in front of the iron cage above the stake at the next moment.

  A beam of sw..