One sword, one palm!
The moment the Eastern Emperor Sword pressed against Liu Zongyang's forehead, who was stronger and who was weaker was obvious at a glance...
When the uncles and elders of the Liu residence saw this outcome, utterly unlike anything they had imagined, it was as though the blood supply to their hearts had been cut off. Their minds went blank, and they all stood there like stunned roasted chickens.
If they had not let their imaginations run wild, they might not have coughed up blood so badly!
They had envisioned Liu Fanchen's "perfect plan," only for the outcome to be the complete opposite. It practically shattered their tens of thousands of years of life experience into pieces.
"Th-this... what is going on?"
They pointed at the scene, looking at one another, trying to find an answer in someone else's eyes.
Yet they found that nearly everyone present was just like them, their entire bodies numb.
They could only turn to look at Liu Zhenhai and his wife!
Then they discovered that the couple's faces were as stiff as corpses. A trace of their earlier smiles still lingered on their faces, but that smile had frozen into ice, making it all the more ironic.
Even they had grasped the "deeper meaning" of Liu Fanchen's words, which showed just how impossible this scene was for them to believe.
Yuwen Qian's face twitched.
Before she could say a word, her hand clenched around her husband's arm, her nails sinking deeply into his flesh.
However, the one who found this hardest to believe was not Liu Zongyang himself, but her.
"You're sick!!"
He snapped out of his stunned daze, bloodshot streaks immediately flooding his eyes. He glared at Li Tianming and let out a furious roar, about to spring into the