The atmosphere fell into oppression for a moment, and only the sound of Chen Mu's footsteps remained on the quiet mountain path.
Chen Mu walked step by step, coming up to Zhao Quan, his expression calm as he stretched out his hand to receive the imperial edict.
Seeing Chen Mu take the imperial edict.
Zhao Quan was inwardly delighted for a moment.
But.
In the next instant, his gaze froze. He saw the imperial edict gently pinched by Chen Mu's right hand and instantly disintegrate into a cloud of dust scattering through his fingers.
"You..."
Zhao Quan's pupils contracted violently, and he spoke out in shock.
But before he could finish his sentence, he found that he could no longer make any sound. Instinctively looking down, he saw his body disintegrate into dust from his legs upwards, fragmenting gradually.
