History is written by the victors.
Tomb inscriptions, too.
Only the living are entitled to erect monuments for the dead.
Since it had been decided to kill Uncle Biao, there was no reason to throw a pair of white gloves before drawing the sword.
To strike unexpectedly and kill in one blow, that was the act of a wise man.
Especially since Uncle Biao had been a renowned master for many years and had guarded by Shen Boyu's side, a critical figure kept in reserve by the Shen Family... What if he couldn't be defeated?
Killing someone isn't something you can just try today and redo tomorrow...
To try is to possibly die.
A slender dagger emanating a chilly aura suddenly appeared in Tang Fei's hand, the very Yin Erosion Sword obtained by slaying the millennium-old Yin Jiao in the Burial Land.
He gripped the hilt tightly, his eyes revealing a sinister and bloodthirsty evil aura.
He was like a ghost.
