As the temple gates opened, it was like the grand curtain on a stage was slowly drawn apart.
The long-awaited play finally began, the characters stepped into the spotlight, and the show commenced!
It was not only Shekri.
At the moment Shekri thrust the first knife, a second knife pierced the neck of Duke Wuyou from behind. Following it was the third, then the fourth...
One by one, the allies who had gathered unexpectedly around them boldly stabbed with their weapons.
There was only a momentary daze.
But... why did this daze come so suddenly?
In the moment of realization, Duke Wuyou looked up at the elderly monk chanting with lowered eyes outside the crowd.
Unable to hold back, he laughed in rage.
"Those with wolfish ambitions indeed are not trustworthy!"
