But if I don't make a desperate move now, there won't be the slightest chance of survival.
Lord Wuchang suddenly let out a loud cry, raised his sword, and charged forward, his figure darting like a hunting falcon, ferociously aggressive!
Chen Yi, with a slight sidestep, avoided the blow, causing the sword to strike empty air. Lord Wuchang could have turned around for another slash, but fear caused him to falter—and then came the blade that severed the arm holding his sword.
A kick struck Lord Wuchang squarely, sending him flying backward, slamming heavily into the main seat with a loud crash. Who knows how many bones shattered in the process.
Through blood-soaked eyes, he saw that man flash a mocking smile, then turn away.
That smile seemed to say:
The utterly irredeemable should die slowly...
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One incense stick later, with the death of the cook, Yin Weiyin noticed the boiling pot of human flesh soup had gradually stilled.
