Xiao Heng lay quietly on the ground, looking at the azure sky.
His body trembled slightly.
Once upon a time.
He was the most favored prince.
The only genius of his generation recognized by the Dragon Spine Sword.
But now?
He's lying here like a dog!
What more can he do?
He's completely, utterly a waste!
"Xiao Heng, let's go back first, here..." Hu Jiuling said quickly.
Xiao Heng brushed away his hand and slowly stood up.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression extremely stubborn: "Again!"
That person gave him a mocking glance, then casually waved his sword, and Xiao Heng was sent flying again, with another long scar on his body.
The difference in strength between them...
Was just too great.
"Xiao Heng!" Hu Jiuling was so frustrated that he wanted to slap himself a few times. Why couldn't he just sit still, why couldn't he just sit still!
He desperately wanted to persuade Xiao Heng to leave.
But now, how could Xiao Heng listen?
