Pfft!
As the high-speed rotating blade sliced through skin, muscle, and blood vessels, a beautiful spray of blood immediately burst from the wound.
Even more terrifyingly, the blinding blood rapidly clogged his airway, causing the general to collapse to the floor with a thud. Clutching his wound, he could only make a series of "Hah, hah, hah" sounds.
At the same time, his face turned bright red from oxygen deprivation, then gradually began to purple and blacken...
In the end, the light slowly faded from his eyes amid extreme agony.
No one knew whether he died from excessive blood loss or brain hypoxia caused by suffocation.
Of course, investigating the cause of death was meaningless now.
Through his actions, the general had proved to everyone else that attacking this young man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere was not a good idea.
Quite the opposite—it would most likely mean seeking one's own death.
Anyone who could hold a seat in the Royal Court Meeting naturally could not be ordinary people or commoners.
Even if one or two of them had been born commoners, the moment they crossed the class divide, their identities and ways of thinking had already changed.
These upper-class rulers and social elites all shared one trait: selfishness.
If forced to choose between national interests and their families' interests, nine out of ten would choose the latter.
So after that general died, no one else dared act rashly.
They even stopped trying to call for the guards standing outside.
After all, things had reached this point. Anyone who was not an idiot could tell that the other party must have done something to prevent the sounds within from reaching outside.
Otherwise, soldiers would have already rushed in by the dozen to protect the monarch.
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