C1247 Disillusionment!

"Hand over the Soulstone!" Emperor An Xi shouted.

Tu Zexin stood up from the ground, his entire body was covered in dust, his clothes were tattered, his hair was messy, and he did not have the demeanor of a teacher. Thinking about how a dignified State Grandmaster like him could actually fall to such a state, Tu Zexin felt so much hatred that his teeth itched.

Patting the dirt on his body