First-class official, the current Prime Minister, this crimson robe stained with blood.
The name lives up to its reputation.
At this moment, Feng Yuning held the sword in his left hand. To be honest, it was precisely because he held this sword that he managed to survive the chaotic yet absurd battle just now. However, even for him, surviving left him mentally on the verge of collapse.
The Prime Minister Feng Yuning's hair bun was disheveled, his previously well-groomed hair scattered; he gripped the sword, its edge pointing at the ruler above, stained with blood and his eyes reddened, unable to stop the tears from streaming down.
In just a brief moment, he killed friends, killed teachers, killed comrades, killed disciples, killed political enemies, and did so in a manner unbecoming of a gentleman, a ridiculous and laughable manner using fingers, mouth, and teeth.
Just like, just like...
Just like a beast!
