Three strikes, swift and efficient!

When she saw Uncle Xiang’s headless body lying in a puddle of blood, Cha Jin’s beautiful eyes widened in bewilderment.

“To think the glorious Thunderflame Sword, Nan Wenxiang, would die like this…” Cha Jin muttered.

Before Su Yi’s godlike power, grand authority and a shocking background seemed like nothing but jokes.

Facing someone who killed with a calm smile on his lips, a grand expert who saw men as ants, who wouldn’t have been terrified?

“This is what they call ‘refusing a toast and being forced to take a penalty instead’” said Su Yi. He straightened his clothes and put his hands behind his back. His calm gaze turned towards Cha Jin. “Don’t you think so?”

“Young Lord Su, you have nothing to gain from this, and everything to lose.” Cha Jin let out a long sigh. “Perhaps, in your eyes, a Grandmaster of the Dao of the Sword like Nan Wenxiang isn’t even worth mentioning. You might be able to obliterate someone like him without any effort.

“But don’t forget: His Second Highness stands behind him. Of the princes, he has the greatest hopes of ascending to the throne. Becoming his enemy is no different from becoming enemies with half of the Great Zhou Dynasty.”

As she spoke, she glanced...