And Jin Zijin's dagger, knocked away the knife in Jin Tianzhong's hand, slicing it in two.
Yue Rujing's soft sword left a light wound on Jin Tianzhong's neck.
In this moment, everyone present held their breath.
A stabbing pain came from his lower abdomen, and Jin Tianzhong looked down at his own abdomen.
The small, sharp knife was pulled out, and his abdomen immediately gushed blood.
"You... you were... faking?"
The next second, his head suddenly tilted to one side in a strange manner and he completely lost his breath.
Only then did everyone notice that Yue Rujing's sword, which appeared to have left a shallow wound, had actually sliced off half his head!
Jin Tianzhong's legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground, his head hanging partly on his shoulder, yet his body did not fall.
This sight was truly terrifying.
There was a cry of alarm from the crowd, especially among the concubines of the harem, who had seen the dead before, but not such frightening ones.
