There's no hiding, no daring to hide.
If one hid, then everyone within the Capital Mansion would be forced to take that hit head-on.
That guy had everything calculated to the last detail, burning all he had just to deliver a severe blow to Li Xingchen. It wasn't a self-explosion at all.
Li Xingchen's face was grave, the flesh that had vanished from his face began to slowly regenerate, the flesh on his arms, however, was restoring at an extremely slow pace.
The attack was specifically designed against him.
Then he thought of King Qi, who had burned everything yet only barely reached the Ninth Tier with an unstable Realm.
On the surface, King Qi had fallen, and the gates of the Capital Mansion were immediately opened from the inside.
The few who desperately resisted weren't many, the truly loyal had already been arranged by King Qi to battle against Dali, all to garner as much hatred as possible, and force Emperor Zhen into a corner.
