Chapter 11636 — That Was All
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Yi Liuchao's tone was flat, as though he were merely stating a commonplace everyone knew.
Wei Zhao's interest was roused. "The methods of a quasi-god expert—then I really must have a taste of them."
"So you do know I am a quasi-god expert?"
Yi Liuchao nodded. "Not bad—you have some discernment after all. But your opponent is not me. It is her."
His gaze pointed to the Queen, trembling at the side.
The Queen's spirits lifted. "The Chief Steward is willing to lend me a hand?"
Yi Liuchao said coolly, "If you cannot subdue Wei Zhao today, I will take back your divine face."
The Queen's body gave a violent shudder, and she hurriedly said, "This concubine guarantees she will take down Wei Zhao!"
That so-called divine face was precisely the beauty in Wei Zhao's eyes—the whole of her confidence for surviving in this world.
Once the divine face was stripped away, she simply could not imagine such days.
No need to think—it would be far more unbearable than death!
Wei Zhao's expression only grew stranger. "Discussing all this right in front of me—do you really think that's fine?"
Yi Liuchao said indifferently, "I told you—at your level, there are many things you simply cannot understand. Just accept it."
Wei Zhao nodded with an amused smile. "So I really do have a thing or two to learn."
Truthfully, he was deeply curious. This so-called divine beauty of the Queen's plainly had no effect on him whatsoever. Unless she was a fool, she could not possibly fail to notice even that much.
Unless the Queen still had something held in reserve.
Yi Liuchao laughed. "There is no point in striking that pose. I had her subdue you—it has nothing to do with your own attitude, because it does not affect the outcome."
As he spoke, he glanced again at the Zhou Son of Heaven, who was still kneeling on the ground.
"The script has not even begun. Who gave you leave to do these things on your own?"
The Queen was at once drenched in cold sweat from fright, and she said trembling, "This concubine knows her fault. Please, my lord, calm your anger."
Yi Liuchao looked at her coldly. "Whether you know your fault is meaningless. You are still alive for two reasons: first, you still have some use value; second, the situation can still be salvaged. Otherwise you would already be a dead woman."
"Yes, yes."
The Queen quietly let out a breath of relief.
Before this man, she truly had not the slightest confidence. If he wanted her dead, it was a mere thought—no exaggeration in the least.
Wei Zhao watched this scene with keen interest.
He was curious about the other's identity, but even more curious about how the other intended to salvage it.
Spilt water cannot be gathered up again. Now that the Zhou Son of Heaven had knocked his head to the ground, not only in Wei Zhao's eyes but in the eyes of any sane person, the situation today was already beyond redemption.
The flare had been fired. The various factions, and those old monsters stirring restlessly, could never let matters rest here.
A quasi-god expert was formidable indeed.
But to claim that by his strength alone he could suppress the entire present situation was no different from a fool's dream.
Yet Yi Liuchao was utterly calm and certain, giving the impression that everything was still within his grasp.
He looked at Wei Zhao, and deep within his eyes a strange light suddenly kindled. He spoke two words.
"Backtrack."
With a crisp snap of the fingers, Wei Zhao's vision lurched violently.