C968 A little thief trying to scare people!

Assassinate the emperor!

The four words continuously resounded in his mind, making the little thief feel as if his entire body was being sealed by a magic spell. His dull eyes stared at Teng Yan, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat the size of beans seemed to drip down without any money.

Shock, fear, and even more so fear.

What was an Emperor?

In the secular world