Fu Jian was born a soldier, and it was understood later that he was highly capable, far more formidable than Jin Tianyuan's biological sons.
Hehe, Fu Jian!
What Jin Zijin saw upon arrival was this very scene.
His gaze darkened, and he drew out the long-unused Chixiao, which shot swiftly into the crowd, trailing a tail as red as the blazing sun.
Chixiao sliced through layer upon layer of the crowd, severing all the weapons held by the dozens of guards surrounding Yue Rujing, and the remaining sections on the handles showed signs of melting.
The crowd was terrified, their hands stinging from the burns, and they hurriedly dropped their weapons.
Turning their heads, they saw that the newcomer was none other than the Prince of Ning, who had visited during the day.
What was the Prince of Ning doing here in the dead of night?
"Everyone, stop!" shouted Zhu Haisheng from the back.
