The Fierce Demon Spear youth raised a hand and wiped his face, and the bleeding stopped abruptly.
Yet the two deepest blade wounds never healed, forming a cross-shaped scar with a wide angle.
Using the gleaming reflection on his spear tip as a mirror, he looked at the wounds on his face and knew they would not heal for a long time to come.
The wounds inflicted by the Butterfly of Time left traces of time that could not be expelled so easily.
"Ahahaha, my scheme failed. I can only wipe out Governor of Maijing Prefecture's entire family to make up for it!"
The youth rubbed his head and laughed awkwardly.
Though he had destroyed the city with a single spear strike, he had failed to kill Zhou Daqian and had even been disfigured by him. It was truly a loss that outweighed the gain.
He was hardly the sort to swallow a loss without a word. At once, spear in hand, he turned toward the Prefectural Office of Governor of Maijing Prefecture not far away and shot through the air.
The wind was piercingly cold, carrying his killing intent-laden voice. The hunting dogs in the courtyard caught his scent and were so terrified they pissed themselves, clutching their heads as they burrowed into the flowerbeds, unwilling to come out.
"Governor of Maijing Prefecture, you dared instruct your son to ambush the heir of the Zhou Clan Western Sect."
"Now that the matter has come to light, I have answered the summons of the Primordial Noble Families to annihilate your entire family, as a warning to the world: do not oppose our noble families!"
The Fierce Demon Spear casually swept his gaze around. With every word he uttered, his spear tip trembled and stabbed one person to death.
Whether formidable