He had not even had time to think. In that instant, the hatred he had barely managed to suppress swallowed what little reason Charlie had left.
His body moved on instinct. He yanked the saber from White Butcher's waist and thrust it at White Butcher beside him!
"I'll make you pay with your life!!"
In the blink of an eye, when Charlie suddenly erupted and drew his saber to stab straight at him, White Butcher reacted swiftly. As he stepped and turned sideways, he seized Charlie's sword-wielding wrist.
With a twist of his body, the saber fell back into White Butcher's hand and was held against Charlie's throat.
Without the slightest hesitation, White Butcher's hand jerked back, and the blade directly slit Charlie's throat.
"What a pity."
Although his strength had not reached the Hundred Refinements Realm, White Butcher's three-star martial prowess was no mere decoration.
An ordinary soldier would basically have no chance against him, even at close range.
As blood gushed out, Charlie, his throat slit, clutched at the wound with both hands and collapsed onto the ground, his face contorted. The wound on his neck was not enough to kill him instantly, but neither could it alter the approach of death.
And throughout the process, he would continue to endure the pain!
"Prioritize dealing with his corpse."
White Butcher did not show much emotional fluctuation at Charlie's betrayal once again.
From the perspective of a son, Charlie could not accept his father's death and had drawn his blade against him. White Butcher could understand that.
But conversely, as a Great Zhou officer, there was nothing more to say about him killing Charlie.
It had nothing to do with good or evil, or right or wrong. It was simply a matter of choosing sides.
White Butcher intended to