Crrk!
Song Tao's chest was slashed open.
Blood sprayed everywhere, the flesh peeling back. This was the twelfth cut on his body. He had been silently keeping count in his heart.
As the renowned young nobleman of Tiandu City and the founder of the Still Water Elegant Gathering, he had always cared deeply about his appearance and bearing. Every time these people carved another wound into him, it pained him more than being stabbed through the heart.
If this keeps up, I'm afraid I won't be able to remain Tiandu City's number-one handsome playboy.
Beautiful prose, fine calligraphy and paintings, exquisite music, and beautiful women. Song Tao had been called the "Four Excellences Young Master" by the people of Tiandu City.
And because he was usually the most learned and courteous of men, showing the same humility and manners even when dealing with ordinary coachmen and grooms, he was deeply loved by the people of Tiandu.
At this moment, this down-to-earth yet lofty young nobleman had disheveled hair and tattered clothes. The wounds covering his body could have been linked together and wrapped three times around Xuanwu Stone.
Crack!
The long sword in Song Tao's hand whirled through the air, severing the Wolf Army general who had cut open a wound on him.
Then he retreated rapidly, glaring viciously at the Wolf Army soldiers converging toward him. In a deep voice, he shouted, "For every wound you carve into me, I'll kill one of you. Whoever leaves a scar on me, I'll take his head."
"Song Tao, are you still planning to resist?" Cui Xinnian stood before the pack of wolves and spoke to Song Tao, who was fighting back desperately. "I still have three thousand Wolf Army soldiers. Even if every one of them carves a single wound into