"Junior Brother Wen, you must die, you absolutely must die."
Zhang Tiancheng used all his strength, pulled out the short blade, and stabbed into Wen Zhixing's chest again.
BOOM!
A surge of Spiritual Qi exploded, directly blasting Zhang Tiancheng away.
"Zhang Tiancheng... you..."
Blood gushed from Wen Zhixing's mouth, and he stumbled a few steps before half-kneeling on the ground.
Zhang Tiancheng, collapsed on the ground, spat blood. He was unable to move, drained of all his strength.
"Zhang Tiancheng..."
Wen Zhixing grasped the short blade in his chest, bowing his head slightly to look.
Both stabs had narrowly missed his heart by a hair's breadth.
A subtle smile touched the corners of his mouth, and it seemed as if a sigh of relief escaped him internally.
So, this was your plan from the beginning? Fine, then I'll play along with you till the end of this act.
"Zhang Tiancheng, you... deserve to die!"
