The Fireworks Fade Too Soon

The sword fell, and Tantai Changfeng's armor let out a mournful cry.

A piece of armor dropped to the ground with a clang, followed by a spray of blood that stained Tantai Changfeng's eyes red.

Nothing unexpected happened. Every subordinate he had brought with him lay dead on the ground. Naturally, no one was coming to save his life.

Nangong Long severed the arm Tantai Changfeng held his sword with.

That strike could split mountains and shatter rocks. Even if it had landed on a city tower, it would have cleaved through it with ease—let alone the poisoned General Tantai.

Watching this unbelievable scene, Tantai Changfeng began to tremble all over.

If Nangong Long wished, he could kill him the very next moment.

A trace of terror flashed in his eyes. Perhaps betraying Dragon City had unsettled him so badly that he could no longer withstand this sword, swift as the wind.

Nangong Long sighed. "You can still surrender."

Tantai Changfeng stared at the severed arm on the ground, then looked toward the depths of the City Lord's Estate and let out an unwilling roar...

"Holy crap!"

Nangong Long jumped in fright and suddenly swung his sword. A head flew through the air!

Damn you! I tried again and again to spare your life, and you still wanted to risk everything just to report to the Great General!

Who the hell could spare you now?

Tantai Changfeng's sharp cry never left his throat. His head, sailing through the air, stared at Nangong Long with eyes that refused to close.

It was as if he were saying, "How could you kill me? How dare you kill me?"

Nangong Long spat and snarled, "Someone, bring water and wash the ground!"

The Great General's Estate, in the garden pavilion.

All was quiet.