The Mountain Splitter Blade, over a meter long, shimmered under the light, exuding an aura of icy dread.
"Lord Hu, what… what are you going to do?" Du Xiaojiu was so terrified his soul felt like it had left his body. He spoke in a trembling voice.
"Cut you down!"
Two simple words, yet they exploded like a thunderclap.
Qin Qiu's hair stood on end. When have I ever seen a scene like this? The most crucial question is, why is the renowned Lord Hu so terrified of Chen Yang? And why would he personally cut down his own subordinate over such a trivial matter?
Du Xiaojiu's face changed colors several times before he spoke in a heavy tone, "Lord Hu, I started following you in the Martial World when I was eighteen. For decades, I have been completely loyal to you. And today, you want to cut me down for an outsider?" His questioning tone carried a hint of desolation.
Zhao Yinghu's facial muscles twitched, and a flicker of reluctance passed through his grim eyes.
