To the left and right stood a throng of bizarrely dressed creatures of the strangest shapes. Every single one of them rode mounts decked out in gaudy reds and greens, acting as insufferably arrogant as lords of the realm, standing rigidly in the front with hostile, predatory gazes fixed ahead. Close behind them followed hundreds upon hundreds of Asura warriors with lowered heads and submissive postures, though somehow the whole spectacle looked less like a fearsome army and more like a grand procession of generals welcoming an emperor's triumphant return.
Ming Jingxi's eyes were piercing and bright. With a half-smile, he swept his gaze across everyone's faces. His look seemed naturally freighted with a layer of heavy frost, and the swaggering arrogance that his former subordinates had so painstakingly put on was instantly doused by a bucket of ten-thousand-year-old cold water from some primordial abyss. They shrank back instantly, hanging their heads like withered melons and fearfully dodging his gaze.
Minghua's expression shifted. He snapped his folding fan shut and muttered a curse under his breath: "Useless trash!"
Chapter 190