Sapar Mu's neck throbbed with intense pain. The Central Plains Emperor's Sword slashed into his neck, and blood gently flowed down the blade. His gaze turned sluggish, his vision dim, as he saw Chen Dingye ahead.
How is this possible!
I've come with the Great Khan's intentions.
How dare Chen Dingye kill me?!
How could he take action?!
How could he refuse...
How could he refuse the opportunity for revenge, to gain greater territory, to even prolong the reign of Chen Country? Has he no interest in immediate benefits? Does he not care about his legacy?
Chen Dingye gripped the sword, his gaze tilted downwards, looking at Sapar Mu. In Sapar Mu's eyes, this king, nearly breaking under immense pressure, raised his eyes to look at him, a massive shadow shrouding behind.
Black light swirled and transformed into a blood-crazed gaze. Behind him appeared the enormous black Qiongqi Dharma, massive, as if encompassing the entire palace, its gaze lowered, watching him. Chen Dingye spoke:
