Pfft!
A human head rolled, drenched in blood.
It left a crimson path on the ground. Wang Shaojie's eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock, staring intently at the back of Wang Jianfeng.
He could hardly believe...
His father, whom he regarded as a deity, was right in front of him.
How did Xiao Yi manage to behead him?
Why did it have to be this way?
If only I hadn't listened to Wang Hui's nonsense...
The last shred of thought in Wang Shaojie's mind finally dissipated.
"..."
The tense atmosphere evaporated at that moment.
Everyone was stunned.
Be it Wang Jianfeng, Hong Lian, or Zhu Yichen and others who had just arrived, all were dumbfounded.
Time seemed to stand still.
The grandeur fell.
Carrying a hint of undispersed bloodlust.
Before this moment...
