The Minister of the Household's head was blown apart.
The Internal Historian was crushed apart.
Even the Minister of the Imperial Clan's Grotto-Heaven was shattered by Chu Qing, and he too breathed his last.
In less than a second:
Only Censor Miao and the female ceremonial officer of the Mechanical Grotto-Heaven remained.
And Chu Qing's heart had also been pierced through and destroyed, leaving him grievously wounded.
But in the next instant:
Twelve chains intertwined and forcibly shoved the female ceremonial officer's spear away.
Then they wove a new heart.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The heart beat.
Flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Censor Miao touched his fishing rod but did not strike.
He could no longer make a move; the wounds on his body had yet to heal.
Chu Qing's Mountain Water Path, fused with the methods of the Unorthodox Path, was exceedingly troublesome.
He too had fallen into despair.
Young Master Tian had placed him here precisely to let him die.
Only if he died could someone new replace him.
At that thought, desolation filled his heart. He directly wound the fishing line around his neck, preparing to make it quick.
"Everyone else was killed by Chu Qing. Only I wasn't."
"When Young Master Tian learned of this, he would surely feel guilty!"
The female ceremonial officer, Huang Wuji, wore a grave expression.
Crash!
The components on the mechanical spear flowed back like water, drilling into Huang Wuji's arms.
"You're quite impressive!"
"You actually managed to kill those three pieces of trash under my watch!"
"I think highly of you!"
"Your name is Chu Qing? Work for me."
"Three years. At most three years, and I'll make you a New Realm powerhouse with three paths!"
Huang Wuji looked utterly serious.
Beside her, Censor Miao silently