Being stared at so menacingly by the Empress, Qianzhao Tian actually couldn't manage to feel the slightest bit of antipathy. He only felt that even a rebuke from the Empress was a kind of happiness. Just look, others weren't even qualified to get a word from the Empress.
Pei, pei, pei, how could he think this way?
Qianzhao Tian hurriedly strengthened his will. He was a king tier of the present generation, not a masochist, so why would he feel happy from being looked down on by another?
But looking at the Empress's perfect, flawless figure, the flames of his anger could not be stoked. He could only force out, "Miss, could it be that it isn't the truth that I am saying?"
Shua, the Empress moved again, shooting out a palm strike.
This time, Qianzhao Tian was already prepared, so he would naturally not be retreating in panic. Instead, he moved to parry her incoming blow.