Walking out from the main hall, Qiao Chu looked at Jun Wu Xie's cold and icy face from the side and could not help but ask curiously: "Little Xie….. You are going to let that Condor Country's Emperor off like that?"
Jun Wu Xie turned to look calmly at Qiao Chu.
"When have I said that I will spare him?"
"But didn't you….."
Before Qiao Chu could finish his sentence, from within the main hall behind them, a mournful wail rang out shrilly, the sound piercing into their ears till they hurt.
The several youths immediately turned their heads back and saw the Condor Country's Emperor slumped upon the floor, his body curled up into a ball as he trembled violently.
"That….." Qiao Chu's eyes stared wide with shock as he looked at Jun Wu Xie. When they had just walked out of the place, he had still been fine. How was it that in just mere moments, the Condor Country's Emperor had turned into such a state?
