Shen Xinglan was not invulnerable to injury.
But he never expected that Tang Fei would be able to wound him.
It was his arrogance at heart that had played its tricks.
Tang Fei, on the other hand, was different; knowing his gap with Shen Xinglan, he was determined to chop down his opponent.
And he did bring down Shen Xinglan.
That was the power of belief.
With a woman in his heart, his sword draw was naturally divine.
Tang Fei was not a man for indecision.
Strike the snake at its head, take its life when it's ill.
Seeing that Shen Xinglan was still lost in the astonishment of his injury, Tang Fei once again raised his sword and pounced towards Shen Xinglan.
To kill Shen Xinglan.
To kill this favored son of heaven, the lover of the Empire.
The death of Shen Xinglan would equate to severing an arm of the Shen Family.
Even if the Shen Family had limbs as many as a three-headed, six-armed being...
