Chuyue Mountain didn't even have time to utter a final word before meeting a miserable end, his body utterly mangled.
But the men on both sides, still locked in a chaotic melee, had not yet fully realized this sudden, drastic change.
However, Xu Meng—who just moments ago had been feigning a struggle with Chuyue Mountain and was now spattered with brains and blood—felt a violent shiver, his heart instantly seized by an icy dread.
He stared, dumbfounded, at the unbelievable scene before him, his mind going almost completely blank.
'This... what the hell is going on?!'
'Are the soldiers this ruthless to their own now?'
'Wasn't Chuyue Mountain supposed to lure Chen Sheng into a deathtrap, and then I was to strike at the opportune moment, killing Wu Kuang's favorite general in one fell swoop?'
'How, in the blink of an eye, had Chuyue Mountain been the one to be so cleanly dispatched with a single slash?!'
'And he died so easily, so ignominiously.'
