He glared angrily at the crowd, then gradually became despondent.
He looked at Wan Qingxuan's corpse next to him, a trace of loneliness in his eyes. Suddenly, a surge of energy burst forth from within him, and the Yuan Gang from inside was about to explode, shattering his heart's meridians in the next moment.
But just at that moment, a hand lightly rested on him, belonging to an old man holding a cane.
This hand merely touched him lightly, forcibly suppressing the Yuan Gang True Essence inside him, making it impossible for him to end his own life on the spot.
"There is no need to rush, Your Highness King Liang. If Your Highness dies here, it would be difficult for us to explain ourselves. It is better left for that one to decide," the old man with the cane said calmly.
This, too, was a Supreme figure in the Blood Exchange Realm.
Ji Xuanzhen was now unable even to take his own life, his body entirely controlled by others, his eyes a dull and desolate gray.
