"He's gone mad. The assassin is invincible—everyone else is still trying to flee from him."
"Zhou Daqian actually wants to charge out from the protection of his personal guards and face that dangerous assassin head-on. Has he lost his mind?"
At this sight, Dongfang Da Qian was both exhilarated and enraged, exclaiming again and again.
He said to Mu Leizheng, his sole listener beside him, "Idiot. A fool so swollen with arrogance that he no longer knows his own weight."
"Don't worry, the Big Dipper Ladle won't be damaged. Once he dies, I'll retrieve it for you."
He was certain Zhou Daqian would die beyond doubt, and was already planning how to carve up the vast estate Zhou You would leave behind after his death.
The powers of Qingchu Prefecture had been deeply cultivated by the Xiang family, which leaned toward the Royal Family, for many years. Once Zhou You died, they would surely "restore the old regime."
Even if he acted swiftly, he could at most seize half the realm—but that would be more than enough.
And then there was the immense wealth of the Zhou Clan Western Sect, among other things. All of it would become his possessions.
"I said long ago that there could only be one Da Qian in this world. No matter how formidable you, Zhou Daqian, are, you will ultimately only be making a wedding dress for me. Every benefit will fall into the hands of me, the true Da Qian."
Dongfang Da Qian threw back his head and laughed, explaining to Mu Leizheng, "Even if Zhou Daqian is lucky enough not to die today, he will die by my hand someday."
Mu Leizheng silently watched him, then shifted her gaze to the scene before them.
Zhou You's act of leaping out from the