Luo Zhiheng knelt there, her long, sharp sword, untouched by blood, embedded in the desert sand to keep herself from collapsing. But having used this strike, she truly lacked the strength to kill Zhuge Hualuan. Luo Zhiheng's smile was both carefree and ruthless: "It's not just a walking stick; it can also be used for murder and robbery! You're lucky to have taken a blow from it! But it's a pity I can't chop you up with my own hands today. But don't be so smug; we'll settle this score another time!"
A look of utter terror finally appeared on Zhuge Hualuan's face, as if she had only just come to her senses and finally realized what she had just done. She looked at Luo Zhiheng, who was almost a bloody mess, with horror in her eyes, and the despair in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.
The people who came to stop them finally arrived. The Painting Sage slapped Zhuge Hualuan hard across the face, angrily shouting, "Are you insane?!"
Zhuge Hualuan was knocked to the ground, and the wound on his chest seemed to burst open, gushing out even more blood.
Mu Yunhe rushed down from the carriage shaft and met Luo Zhiheng's gaze as she looked up. All the light in his eyes shattered in an instant. He rushed to her without caring about anything else. He wanted to embrace her, just like the countless intimate embraces they had shared before, but what he touched was a constant surge of warmth. When he raised his hand, he saw patches of shocking blood!
A suppressed roar seemed to escape Mu Yunhe's throat. His cold, lingering gaze fell on Luo Zhiheng's pale face, clear and pure, inch by inch, until it finally shattered! Darkness descended, demons bred, and the ruthless and furious young prince could no longer suppress the roaring beast within him and broke free of his cage!
Luo Zhiheng looked at the light in Mu Yunhe's eyes and subconsciously sensed something. She suddenly grabbed his hand, her smile no longer as mischievous as before, but she tried her best to remain calm: "It's okay, don't be like this..." Your unfamiliar appearance is really scary!
But the demon, enraged by hatred and heartache, has torn away its disguise, and who can stop it?
Mu Yunhe's voice was no longer the helpless, hoarse, and heartbroken tone it had been before; his calm demeanor seemed to freeze the air around him. His trembling arms unfastened the large cloak, and the hood that had always concealed his face was finally slowly pulled back, allowing people the chance to glimpse his mysterious features hidden beneath the hood!
Gasps of amazement rose and fell around him, but his gaze remained unwavering. He simply focused on removing his cloak and gently and carefully wrapped the blood-covered Luo Zhiheng in his arms. Holding her tightly, he whispered in her ear, "Aheng, hang in there. Stand up with me, and we'll leave this place."
His voice was too calm, yet it carried a chilling coldness, just like his overly calm, even startlingly gloomy, handsome face. His beautiful lips were tightly pressed down, and he said, "This king is very angry!"
Luo Zhiheng suddenly had a bad feeling. She struggled to her feet and, with the help of others, dared not show weakness in front of Mu Yunhe. She was afraid that if she fell, all of Mu Yunhe's pillars would collapse. If one of them was weak, it would be too painful for them to suffer any more pain.
"Yunhe, I really can hold on." Luo Zhiheng didn't dare to boast, because she knew that she was in a terrible state this time. Her wounds had been struck like minced meat with an iron rod, and they were probably already a bloody mess.
“I know, Ah Heng can rely on me. Once I avenge Ah Heng, we’ll leave this place.” Mu Yunhe calmly forced a suppressed laugh, reaching for the long sword in her hand, and said softly, “Give it to me!”
Luo Zhiheng was instantly horrified: "What are you going to do?" She seemed to have already foreseen what Mu Yunhe was going to do, but was he crazy? If he really did that, she would be happy, but their troubles would also follow. After all, behind Zhuge Hualuan was a painting sage who could become an honored guest of all the countries!
Mu Yunhe's calm face instantly twisted, revealing a bloodthirsty rage that could no longer be concealed. His tone was filled with an irresistible, cold authority: "Give it to me!"
Luo Zhiheng almost fainted from the shock of his murderous aura. She staggered and leaned weakly into Mu Yunhe's arms. In that instant, Mu Yunhe's arms held her body with unprecedented strength and security. He became strong when she was at her most vulnerable!
Her hand suddenly released its grip. Mu Yunhe took the cane. Luo Zhiheng closed her eyes wearily. So be it, let it be. Even if there are countless hardships ahead, with him risking everything to protect her today, she has the courage to walk through them with him.
A terrified scream came from the front!
223 Shocking the entire audience, a single stroke severed an arm!
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Zhuge Hualuan's scream was extremely intense, but it was filled with shock!
Because Mu Yunhe had already swung his cane, pointing it directly at the fallen Zhuge Hualuan! And his face finally turned towards Zhuge Hualuan. At that moment, not only Hualuan was blocked, but everyone opposite him finally saw the true face of this mysterious man who danced with the desert goddess!
Beneath the fiery red setting sun, the clouds pierced the sunlight, casting golden and red rays that enveloped him. His cold, handsome face appeared even more profound in this bewitching, ever-changing light. A few strands of sweat-dampened, disheveled hair clung to his face, blowing in the wind, making his pale complexion appear almost transparent, almost unreal.
However, he was different now than before. He used to be gentle, able to laugh while speaking of pain, his eyes filled with clear innocence. But recently, he was dark, gloomy, his face twisted with a sinister glint, like a handsome devil, his cold, arrogant, and violent gaze sweeping over everyone. 16525439
His aura, radiating a chilling and menacing presence, swept across the scorching desert, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. He held the frail and unsteady Luo Zhiheng tightly in one arm, a display of tender intimacy that was both startling and touching. Yet, in another hand, he held a long, gleaming sword, his gaze malevolent and his expression cold as he glared at Zhuge Hualuan with a chilling ruthlessness and unwavering resolve, a fight to the death!
He seemed to be instantly ignited by a huge rage, burning away all his pretense of gentleness and jade-like composure, and instantly transforming into a demon, coming to claim a life!
No one could help but be stunned by the man's unparalleled beauty, a breathtakingly beautiful face that captivated and mesmerized. His fragility was tempered by a powerful, almost oppressive aura; his entire being was a contradictory figure, clean yet shrouded in gloom. The moment he drew his blade, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence.
Ge Shengse Ge Se. Zhuge Hualuan collapsed to the ground, her pale face flushed with an unnatural redness. She stared blankly at the man who had irresistibly entered her vision, her fear and anger gradually replaced by amazement and infatuation. For a fleeting moment, she even forgot that the man before her was raising a steel knife at her.
"Young Prince! Calm down and let them give us an explanation. This matter can still be resolved through other channels!" Although the Chess Saint despised Zhuge Hualuan's underhanded tactics, this matter involved two countries and a sage. If Mu Yunhe acted impulsively, it could easily cause a lot of trouble and conflict.
"Hua Luan was in the wrong in this matter. I will make Hua Luan apologize to Luo Zhiheng. You can negotiate if you want, but you cannot harm Zhuge Hua Luan. After all, this is a contest, and accidental injuries are inevitable in a real fight. Hua Luan may have been unintentional." The Painting Sage was ultimately biased towards Zhuge Hua Luan. He was willing to negotiate, but only on the condition that Zhuge Hua Luan would not be harmed.
Mu Yunhe's icy gaze was as cold as if it came from the Arctic. His dark pupils slowly turned to the Painting Saint, staring at him with a cold, ruthless, and mocking gaze. Even the Painting Saint, uneasy and trembling, slightly shifted his gaze. Only then did Mu Yunhe's chilling voice burst forth, as if from his trachea: "Negotiate? You hurt my queen, and you think you have the right to negotiate with me? You think that because this is your Southern Dynasty, you can do whatever you want? You think you can bully my wife with impunity? You overestimate my magnanimity! I don't have such a broad mind. I only know that anyone who harms Luo Zhiheng must die!"
Upon hearing this, even the battle-hardened General Murong couldn't help but twitch his eyelids. His gaze towards Mu Yunhe was filled with a sense of heartache. No matter how weak Mu Yunhe's body was, his courage and ruthlessness were not to be underestimated!
Even the Sage of Painting felt a pang of guilt, but after all, he had held high office for so long, how could he be threatened by a mere child? He put on a stern face and said, "We were in the wrong in this matter, and we will do our best to compensate you to your satisfaction, but there is no need to hurt one person after another, as it would damage the harmony between the two countries."
"You're wrong to say that!" Old Master Tong couldn't help but speak up angrily. Even though they were his old brothers of many years, he couldn't stand by and watch his back be bullied. "Isn't it damaging the harmony between our two countries that your Zhuge family deliberately injured people? Besides, this is about two children. We, the patriarchs of the victims, haven't even said anything yet, and you, the perpetrators, are here talking righteously and boastfully, without any remorse or apology. Is that right?"
"Zhuge Huahun, you're not young anymore, surely you understand this basic principle? You're so protective of your own, but am I really like that? Luo Zhiheng is our granddaughter-in-law, and Mu Yunhe is my own grandson. What? Does your Zhuge Hualuan count as your precious daughter-in-law, a human being, while everyone else in the Tong family is a beast?"
The Painting Sage's expression changed. He was truly shocked by Mu Yunhe's aura. That ruthless determination to achieve his goal made him keenly aware of what Mu Yunhe was about to do. That's why he was momentarily flustered and spoke without thinking. If Mu Yunhe really did something, then Hua Luan's next life would be miserable.
"Third Brother! That's not what I meant, but things have already come to this. Hua Luan is dishonest, but a few blows to Luo Zhiheng shouldn't be a big problem for her, right? Why can't this matter just be left alone?" Zhuge Huahun said with a headache.
"In the past? Unethical? A few blows to the body won't hurt you?" Mu Yunhe suddenly laughed sinisterly, muttering these words between his lips. Suddenly, his brows furrowed and he looked at Zhuge Huahun with a sharp and gloomy expression, and roared, "Are you blind? Can't you see the blood all over the ground and the blood on Aheng's body? You must really be blind, or senile! But your granddaughter is not senile at all!"
"You may not know, but your granddaughter knows perfectly well that Aheng has injuries, so she despicably and vilely targeted Aheng's wounds with blows! I ask you, is this considered dishonorable? This is called vile and despicable! This is called shameless and despicable! If this matter can be resolved, then I will also stab her, and then forcefully attack her chest wound with an iron rod! Until she bleeds more than Aheng, otherwise, I will cut off her arm! There is no third option!" Mu Yunhe's sinister voice gradually calmed down, but the calmer it became, the colder it grew, and every word made people's hair stand on end and fall silent.
"What did you say?!" Old Master Tong exclaimed in disbelief. Looking at Luo Zhiheng's fragile, pale face and the blood dripping from her body, he finally understood why Mu Yunhe was so furious. Old Master Tong had the utmost contempt for such treacherous and opportunistic people.
He angrily said, "Zhuge Huahun, how could you raise such a treacherous descendant? We clearly agreed to stop short of killing each other. Putting aside everything else, just based on our relationship, your granddaughter shouldn't have been so ruthless towards my descendant! I can forgive you today because Luo Zhiheng is safe and sound, but if Luo Zhiheng is harmed in the slightest, and you continue to protect and obstruct Hua Luan, I'm afraid our years of brotherhood will no longer be possible."
Everyone fell silent. One unexpected event after another, one conspiracy after another, Zhuge Hualuan's despicable and shameless behavior was magnified infinitely at this moment, even implicating the high-ranking Painting Sage, who was caught in the middle and caught in the middle. Such a woman was simply a scourge; it would be better if she died sooner rather than later, so as not to harm others.
People gossiped and hurled insults and disdain at the Zhuge family. Zhuge Huahun had always had a good reputation, but he never expected it to be ruined by a younger generation. However, he couldn't just ignore it. After all, Zhuge Hualuan was the only girl in their generation who had been pampered and raised since childhood. He had taken her in and raised her himself, and his affection for her was genuine.
The Sage of Painting could also see the situation today. Mu Yunhe was truly enraged, while Luo Zhiheng was indeed in the right and had the right to appeal to emotions. It was Zhuge Hualuan's fault. Faced with public opinion, the Sage of Painting knew that he had to give an explanation today, otherwise there would be endless troubles. The best explanation was to comply with Mu Yunhe's wishes and let the matter be over from now on.
But destroying Zhuge Hualuan's arm was a bit too cruel. He secretly hated Mu Yunhe's ruthlessness, but he had to make a choice. Rather than destroying the arm and making him completely useless, he might as well stab himself and let them beat him up to vent their anger. After Zhuge Hualuan recovered from the wound, he could be the same as before.
"Is there no other way to resolve your hatred?" Zhuge Huahun asked one last time, unwilling to give up.
Mu Yunhe's brows were filled with a sinister aura. Hearing this, he said sarcastically, "Yes, there is a third option: I will kill her with one strike!"
His ruthlessness and decisiveness were undeniable; his powerful and chilling aura intimidated everyone present. Everyone was utterly awestruck by this man who resembled an elven royalty, and utterly captivated by his presence!
Zhuge Huahun's pupils contracted, and he looked at Mu Yunhe with a sinister gaze. No one had ever been able to push him to this point, leaving him with nowhere to retreat yet unable to resist. In all his years as a painting saint, this was the first time he had encountered someone who dared to disrespect him. However, the other party's status was also prominent and noble enough! This forced him to assess the situation and compromise by taking a step back.
“Choose the first one! You can stab her, or you can use all the blows she used on Luo Zhiheng on her! But remember, Luo Zhiheng is neither dead nor crippled, so Zhuge Hualuan cannot die or be crippled either! Otherwise…” Zhuge Huahun still had a ruthless streak. He was open-minded and knew how to minimize the damage, but his words were also full of threat.
If Mu Yunhe really dares to harm Hua Luan too much, then don't blame him for disregarding Nian Tong's reputation. After all, he has the right to speak in front of the emperor, and he believes that as long as he speaks, even the emperor of the Southern Dynasty will give him assistance and stand on his side!
"I know my limits." At this moment, Mu Yunhe's smile was both alluring and wicked, as if a demon king had finally broken free of the cage of light and was now wreaking havoc without restraint, acting as he pleased. His gaze shifted strangely.
Zhuge Hualuan only snapped out of her infatuation with Mu Yunhe's beauty when she heard that her ancestor had let her be hurt and abandoned her. Pale-faced and disheveled, she crawled over and clung to Zhuge Huahun's leg, pleading weakly with tears streaming down her face, "Ancestor, save me! Hualuan, don't get hit! It hurts so much! Hualuan didn't know Luo Zhiheng was injured! I was just momentarily bewitched; I really didn't mean it! I can apologize to Luo Zhiheng; she knows I didn't mean it! Ancestor, Hualuan, don't get hit! Ancestor, save me…"
At this moment, Zhuge Hualuan cried her heart out, all her former gentleness and grace returning. Her crying was incredibly beautiful; in the past, it would have surely moved people and evoked pity. But today, no one would feel any pity for her, because people had already seen her ugly and evil side. Therefore, her performance at this moment was utterly disgusting!
Her lack of responsibility and her spineless behavior of betraying others and dragging them into trouble made her utterly detestable. People didn't even want to look at her; just seeing her made them feel disgusted. 171.
Zhuge Huahun also felt sorry for her. A child who had never suffered hardship since childhood was now going through all this; it was truly heartbreaking. But some things one must bear the consequences of for their mistakes. She couldn't act recklessly just because she had a powerful family backing her. Moreover, Mu Yunhe, a nobleman of the Mu Dynasty, was also of considerable standing. Since the two families were evenly matched, a plausible solution was necessary.
"Good child, don't cry, be strong. Although you made a mistake today, take responsibility. We, the Zhuge family, are upright people. Making mistakes is not terrible. As long as you have the courage to take responsibility, you are still our good child. We will still love you. It won't hurt, it will pass soon." Zhuge Huahun was not truly without reason. He even softened his voice to comfort his panicked granddaughter.
But Zhuge Huahun dared to be arrogant entirely because of her power! Because she relied on her power, she bullied others! And what she relied on was naturally Zhuge Huahun's power! The ancestor had never abandoned her! Why did she suddenly abandon her today? And even let that group of people gang up on her? Zhuge Huahun felt desperate because she knew what her mindset and the strength she used when she hit Luo Zhiheng; she had gone all out. She was terrified that Luo Zhiheng would be treated the same way!
"Grandmother, please don't! Hua Luan is scared! Hua Luan really didn't mean it. Why is Luo Zhiheng so petty? I can apologize to you, please don't let anyone hit me." All of Zhuge Hua Luan's reserve and pride were gone; all that remained was resentment and the vulnerability that came with her age.
"Hmph! Unrepentant, you deserve to die!" General Murong couldn't help but sneer. How could there be such an absurd person? He made a mistake but had the audacity to demand forgiveness, and even told others not to be petty. He knew those iron rods hurt, and he deliberately hit people's wounds, so why couldn't they hit him?
"You wretch! How dare you hit Luo Zhiheng! I'll have Father teach you a lesson!" Princess Yu finally rushed over, panting. But when she saw Luo Zhiheng covered in blood, nestled in Mu Yunhe's arms, she was startled. Her face turned deathly pale, and she clung tightly to Murong Qianxue, whose face was also pale, trembling with tears in her eyes, "Blood, blood! So much blood!!"
Murong Qianxue naturally saw a lot of blood. She couldn't quite describe her feelings at that moment, but she desperately wanted to snatch the knife from Mu Yunhe's hand and chop that hypocritical and despicable Zhuge Hualuan to pieces. She glared fiercely at Zhuge Hualuan and roared, "Truly a despicable person!"
"Why are you all blaming me? What right do you have to scold me? Luo Zhiheng cheated too, didn't you see her throwing sand at me? Isn't she despicable?" Zhuge Hualuan was still trying to argue. In her opinion, she really did nothing wrong, so why were all these people criticizing and targeting her?
"Bullshit! If she hadn't resisted, she would be dead by now! You're allowed to beat and kill her like a mad dog, but she can't fight back? How can there be such a bastard like you? Besides, he didn't harm you after capturing you. Logically, you should be dead and waiting for the competition to end. But you secretly tried to kill her, openly acting like a scoundrel, seriously injuring her and deliberately rubbing her wounds repeatedly. Everyone knows your vicious heart. What excuse do you have?" General Murong couldn't help but angrily rebuke.
Zhuge Hualuan couldn't bear to face these people who were so devoted to protecting Luo Zhiheng. She looked pleadingly at her ancestor, but the ancestor slowly closed her eyes. Zhuge Hualuan's heart sank deeper and deeper, despair spreading throughout her body. Suddenly, she laughed mockingly, "Ancestor, why won't you help me? Are you afraid? Are you afraid I'll cause trouble for the family? You don't want to care about me anymore? You've abandoned me for the sake of the family? Are you frightened by a mere Luo Zhiheng? Ancestor, how have you become like this?"
Zhuge Huahun opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the child he had cherished since childhood. Throughout his life, he was strict with younger generations, but he was full of love for this child. He couldn't bear to scold her or hit her, truly treating her like a precious gem. He held her little hand tightly, raising, educating, and nurturing her, accompanying her as she grew up. The effort and love he poured into Zhuge Huahun were obvious to everyone. He was imparting all his knowledge to her, cultivating the next generation of painting masters!
He didn't pass on his knowledge to his son, grandson, or great-grandson, but instead bestowed upon her all his life's learning, spanning two generations and seventy or eighty years! Isn't his doting and high regard for this granddaughter obvious enough? Recently, the child he had been grooming as his successor actually mocked him, criticized him, and even... he refused to believe the slander in her words.
How could he not be shocked? How could he not be heartbroken and devastated?
"Zhuge Hualuan, do you know what you're saying?" Zhuge Huahun said in a sinister tone.
"I know! Of course I know! You're scared by the name of the Mu Dynasty! You're unwilling to save me because you're afraid, afraid that Mu Yunhe will harm the family! That's just how you are, nothing is more important than the family! What am I in your eyes? Do you know the pressure and pain I'm under? You keep saying you love me, but you've put me in the eye of the storm in the family, everyone is against me, they all hate me, they despise me! All because you want to pass on that damned position of Painting Saint to me! So even my own father wishes I were dead! I hate you, I hate you to death! Who cares about your position of Painting Saint?" Zhuge Hualuan roared with a twisted face, shouting out all the words she had been suppressing in her heart.
She may have her own hardships, but it was absolutely wrong of her to treat the elderly person who had always loved and nurtured her in this way. Elders always hope for the best for their descendants, but the Sage of Painting had even higher expectations for her. Many people crave such attention and cultivation but cannot attain it, yet Zhuge Hualuan received it so easily—a blessing accumulated over several lifetimes. Yet, she showed no satisfaction or gratitude. Instead, she constantly complained, feeling she had ruined this profound kindness.
Zhuge Huahun staggered, his steps faltering. Family ties could easily leave one utterly devastated. He closed his eyes, his face pale. How could he not be heartbroken? How could he say that his act of compromise today was actually saving her? He was afraid, but he wasn't afraid of the Mu Dynasty; he was afraid of Mu Yunhe!
This man harbored an overwhelming and intense resentment and rage; his eyes were filled with hatred, a truly ruthless and gloomy hatred that seemed determined to fight to the death. He knew that if he couldn't unleash Mu Yunhe's fury today, Zhuge Hualuan would face endless trouble in the future. Rather than let Zhuge Hualuan die in Mu Yunhe's frenzied revenge, it was better for her to be injured. Death and living injured were two extremes, two completely different things!
Because he saw that Mu Yunhe was truly a resolute and ruthless person, he compromised with Mu Yunhe's reckless and insane rage, and thus made his choice. But Zhuge Hualuan didn't understand, and he couldn't immediately issue a strict order!
People were stunned by Zhuge Hualuan's utterly ungrateful words. They hadn't realized a shameless scoundrel could be like this! Today they finally understood what it meant to be outwardly beautiful but inwardly rotten. To peel back the skin of this beautiful woman was to reveal a bloody darkness and filth!
A beauty or a venomous snake, who can tell the difference?
"Have you said enough? Even my mercy has its limits." Mu Yunhe seemed not to have heard their conversation, his gaze fixed on Luo Zhiheng, cold yet with a devilish tenderness in his eyes. At this moment, he looked up and turned his head, not at Zhuge Hualuan, but to ask the Painting Sage.
He thought he had been merciful enough, for he had given the grandfather and grandson enough time to talk before taking revenge.
The painting master closed his eyes tightly, forcing back the pain in his heart, and said in a trembling voice, "Do it!"
"Ancestor!!" Zhuge Hualuan screamed in shock. Suddenly, she saw a flash of white light in front of her, and her scalp tingled. She looked up sharply at Mu Yunhe and saw the handsome man holding a steel knife staring at her with extremely cold eyes, as if he were looking at a dead man. She felt her heart pound with fear!
"Don't hurt me! I'll never do it again. Please, don't hurt me! Don't hit me! I'm so scared." Zhuge Hualuan's ferocious face suddenly softened, and she cried in a weak and lovely way, looking at Mu Yunhe with teary eyes, as if she had a thousand words to say to him.
A honey trap?
Those present suddenly felt that Zhuge Hualuan was beyond saving. At a time like this, she still wanted to seduce Mu Yunhe; could she possibly be any more shameless?
Zhuge Hualuan's appearance made Luo Zhiheng, who was resting her head on Mu Yunhe's shoulder, chuckle. However, she was too weak, and the movement aggravated her wounds, causing her to gasp in pain.
This chilling breath reminded everyone of Zhuge Hualuan's recent misdeeds, and made Mu Yunhe's face even more gloomy.
A shadowy, wicked glint flashed in Mu Yunhe's eyes. He took a step forward, and Luo Zhiheng followed suit. Zhuge Hualuan wanted to retreat, but she had nowhere to go. In that instant, seeing the brutal, bloodthirsty eyes beneath Mu Yunhe's stunning face, Zhuge Hualuan suddenly felt a sense of impending doom. Her eyes widened in terror, and she was about to cry out to Zhuge Huahun for help, but it was too late! She stared blankly, only managing to see a flash of cold light before Mu Yunhe suddenly raised his blade and brought it down with force!
"No!!" Zhuge Huahun had been closely watching Mu Yunhe's movements. When he saw Mu Yunhe raise the strange long sword, his scalp tingled. When the long sword fell, Zhuge Huahun finally cried out in horror, but it was too late!
A swift movement, a sharp drop, blood gushing forth! No ruins remain on the Gobi Desert, but a severed arm stands out!
With a soft "plop!", blood gushed forth like a waterfall flowing backward, splattering all over Mu Yunhe. A few drops also landed on his handsome and charming face, but instead of looking out of place, it created a breathtakingly beautiful and tragic scene!
Without hesitation, he brought down his blade, swiftly and decisively severing Zhuge Hualuan's arm that she instinctively raised to block! The arm was severed at the root, rolling out and landing on the golden desert, the blood splattering no less than that of Luo Zhiheng.
At that moment, Zhuge Hualuan let out an extremely piercing scream: "Ah!!!"
A beautiful young girl, a complete life, from this moment on, is utterly incomplete!
Silence! The entire arena was deathly silent! Except for Zhuge Hualuan's tragic and shrill cries! Everyone was terrified by this stab, their eyelids twitching wildly, their hearts racing, their blood running cold, and their bodies turning ice-cold!