The man half-kneeling on the ground suddenly shuddered, barely lifted his head to look at the man before him, and spoke with a hint of panic, "My lord, speaking frankly, I feel that this might not be appropriate. After all, we haven't waged war for a thousand years, and the days of peace—"
Thud... Suddenly, the man on the ground found himself lying on his back as a foot instantly stamped on his face, rendering him so submissive that he sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Han Kui, do you really want to stay in this wretched place for another thousand years? Outside, there are splendid lands. If it weren't for the previous king's cowardice, would we still be here? And the human world... it is also our world. We've been on Earth far longer than they have. What right do they have to live on our turf? I simply want to take back what's ours. Is that wrong?" The man's icy demeanor bored into Han Kui like a bitter winter, piercing to the marrow.
