With that thought, the Beili Emperor walked toward Sang Zhi.
"Your Majesty, you mustn't," the young eunuch cried, trying to block his path.
The Beili Emperor shoved the eunuch aside and went straight for Sang Zhi.
The approaching figure reflected in Sang Zhi's crimson eyes. His aura flared, even more intense than before. Without a moment's hesitation, he lunged at the Beili Emperor with his dagger.
"Your Majesty!"
Du Zhong dodged an attack from Xiang Minghou and spun around, rushing toward the Beili Emperor.
Sang Zhi's aura surged with violent power. As his dagger descended, it seemed to carry an invisible force. Du Zhong parried with his longsword, but the dagger's edge landed squarely on the hilt.
CRACK
A deep crack split across the hilt of Du Zhong's sword.
Startled, Du Zhong flicked his longsword, sending Sang Zhi's dagger flying. His gaze lingered for a moment on the damaged hilt before he frowned, his eyes fixed on the staggering Eighth Prince.
