"Chen Qing! Do you really think I don't dare fight you?!" Wei Sheng roared, his fists clenched as veins bulged on his forehead.
His eyes burned with fury, his entire body radiating killing intent.
Watching Chen Qing poison Wei Rong right in front of him was an open slap to his authority, and he struggled to hold himself back.
Chen Qing sneered at his outburst, crossing her arms.
"Who cares if you dare? We both know who'll be in a worse position if you fight me here."
Her tone was laced with mockery, as if the idea of him challenging her was nothing more than a joke.
Wei Sheng gritted his teeth even harder.
As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
The Wei Clan was currently aligning itself with the Church of Heaven, a powerful yet domineering force.
Their so-called allies didn't tolerate weakness, and any sign of instability could put his entire clan at risk.
The Church of Heaven did not deal with others as equals—it was submit or be discarded.
