Meng Feishi parried left and right, barely managing to withstand Ji Ying's attacks. Smiling, he sent Ji Ying a thought. "Old Ji, there's something I think you ought to know. I never captured Xiao Beihe. The covert agents of Shao Yi Palace aren't quite that useless. You've only got yourself to blame—your conscience is guilty, your mind unsettled, and you've lost everything."
Ji Ying, whose aura had built to its peak, spat out a mouthful of blood. "You fucking vicious bastard." He understood in an instant. Huang Biao, the trusted aide who had come to warn him, had most likely defected too. This was a trap within a trap; they had been waiting for him to flee.
He had indeed discovered Xiao Beihe's identity long ago. He had kept Xiao Beihe at his side not to give himself a way out, but to play along with him and see if he could use Xiao Beihe to obtain important intelligence from Shao Yi Palace.
Who could have guessed that one careless move would let Meng Feishi seize on this as a breakthrough, attack one point, and shake the whole line? Ji Ying was consumed with regret. His thoughts grew more and more chaotic when, suddenly, a ball of light shot through the luminous palm he had struck out and hit him in the face. He was blasted back a hundred zhang, spewing blood in great mouthfuls.
"What a real villain. A sinister old bastard." Xu Yi muttered inwardly. Though he couldn't hear the thoughts Meng Feishi sent to Ji Ying, that didn't stop him from judging what had happened from the battle. Ji Ying had clearly held the upper hand, yet after a furious curse, he had suddenly lost focus. It wasn't hard to imagine what had happened.
"Poor Old Ji.