A voice thundered from above the layer of storm clouds: "Chu He, get out here and die!"
The voice was like a clap of thunder exploding in the sky,
rumbling and echoing endlessly under the heavens.
It was so loud that everyone in the Royal Palace heard it crystal clear.
The voice was filled with provocation and arrogance,
a blatant declaration of war against Chu He,
and also a show of disdain and contempt for the entire Royal Palace.
This sudden challenge,
instantly made the already tense atmosphere explosive.
It seemed a heart-stopping battle was about to begin.
'Get Chu He out here to die?'
As soon as these arrogant words were spoken,
the Martial Artist guards present all wore looks of astonishment.
'What kind of maniac would dare say something so insane?' they wondered.
To them, Chu He was
a god-like existence whose fame was far-reaching.
The mere mention of his name had silenced the many empires surrounding the Great Xia Empire, forcing them into meek submission,
