"Y… His Majesty the King," the soldiers stammered.
However, Chen Liao Xuan didn't care at all, now he looked at Wu Chong Ye savagely and raised his hand so that the sword flew by itself. Chen Liao Xuan then waved his hand towards Wu Chong Ye. The blade pierced perfectly into Wu Chong Ye's arm. Wu Chong Ye screamed in pain, and his eyes widened in shock, looking at Chen Liao Xuan with swelled anger.
"Emo Shao Ye!" he shouted.
Chen Liao Xuan raised both hands, the floor in Wu Chong Ye's private room flew up instantly. Shattered and very messy. The soldiers who had been there earlier bounced and fell carelessly. Some vomited blood, and some even died instantly. Meanwhile, Wu Chong Ye was trying his best to defend himself so that he wouldn't fly away and be slammed by Chen Liao Xuan's vortex of power.