And at the eleventh strike, Bai Xiaozhao, who had transformed into a miniature tornado, had already pierced through Master Zhao's chest, shredding his lungs and heart into pieces!
Blood flowed freely from Master Zhao's mouth.
He knew that today he would surely die here. Despite the price of his own palm being shattered, he forcibly grabbed Chu Xisheng's blade finger and looked at the young man in front of him with unresolved resentment and fury.
"Curse it! You, a mere boy, possess both wisdom and cruelty. An emerging despot you are, destined to bring calamity upon East State. If only I, Zhao, had the power to annihilate you, to rid the court of such a menace—"
Chu Xisheng's gaze remained cold and indifferent.
"I said that as long as Sikong Chan accompanies my Uncle Kuang in death, East State will remain peaceful, and nothing will happen. I also said, if you choose to aid and abet, I, Chu, have no relations to discuss."
"Aiding and abetting?"
Master Zhao's eyebrows twitched.
