The two brothers locked eyes, and the flames of vengeance blazed in both their gazes.
Within the heavily guarded depths of Zhaoge, the two princes had made their decision: with their meager strength, they would launch the most direct challenge against the dark conspiracy shrouding Great Shang.
The night was as black as ink, and the wind chimes beneath the eaves of Zhaoge's inner palace gave mournful wails in the wind.
Yin Jiao and Yin Hong slipped silently into a side hall of the Cold Palace like two vengeful ghosts crawling out of hell.
Jiang Huan, bound backward to a pillar, had long since gone pale with terror. Her entire body shook like a sieve, her trouser legs were soaked, and foul-smelling urine trickled along the stone floor.
"Speak! Who ordered you to frame our mother?"
Yin Jiao's voice was freezing to the bone. The blade of the Giant God Axe in his hand gleamed with cold light, as though it would split her soul apart.
The veins in Jiang Huan's neck bulged from fear. Her mouth hung open, but she could not form a complete sound. She could only repeat helplessly:
"Spare me, Your Highnesses... this servant dared not... they forced me..."
"At a time like this, you still dare make excuses!"
Yin Jiao's eyes were bloodshot, and his towering rage nearly burned away every scrap of reason.
He suddenly raised the giant axe, its blade crashing down through the air with tremendous force!
"Brother! Stop!"
At that critical instant, Yin Hong darted forward like lightning. His Long Sword precisely blocked the axe blade, producing a piercing clang of metal.
Sparks flew everywhere, numbing Yin Jiao's grip and bringing the axe to an abrupt halt.
"Yin Hong! Why are you stopping me?!" Yin Jiao roared with red eyes, the