"Can Lin's blade kill?"
Lin Guanhuo sat calmly in his seat and asked in an even tone.
"Ah!!!" The pink-dressed concubine was already scared witless. Hearing Lin Guanhuo's words, she looked as if she'd seen a ghost.
She screamed and turned to run, without a trace of sorrow on her face!!
She didn't even spare a glance at Mo Wencheng's head, which had been severed with a single stroke.
She had married Mo Wencheng as a concubine for no reason other than that he was a Martial Master with power and status in the area.
Now that Mo Wencheng was dead, she wasn't going to stay behind and wear mourning clothes for him.
Just then, Lin Guanhuo turned to look at another concubine nearby. "What do you think of Master Mo? Is he handsome?"
This concubine was one of Mo Wencheng's biggest admirers. She had been gazing at him with adoration the whole time.
But...
"Ugh!!"
Now, looking at Mo Wencheng's head where it had rolled onto the stage, the concubine's face turned green with terror. She retched twice on the spot.
In the end, she fainted from fright...
Heh.
Lin Guanhuo gave a dry laugh, set down his wine cup, picked up his long blade, and slowly rose.
The entire great hall was in chaos. Whether they were Black Blood Sect elders and subordinates or guests who had come to offer congratulations, everyone was desperately rushing for the exits. As they fled, they even grabbed the gifts they'd brought along with them...
While you're alive, you're the master. But now that your head's been chopped off, who's still going to acknowledge you?
A mysterious expert had just killed Mo Wencheng with a flick of his finger. They didn't dare stay, afraid they'd be the next ones to lose their