Chu Jie looked at Su Shi Yilu in surprise.
If you'd asked him a few years ago, he would never have dreamed that the words "let bygones be bygones" would come from the old bastard Su Shi Yilu. Just how arrogant was Su Shi Yilu? He relied on his pedigree and talent to treat the rules of human relations that the world held dear like a pile of shit. He trampled all over the rules! Could someone so arrogant and conceited to the bone really be the one to voluntarily admit defeat?
Heh heh heh. Chu Jie thought he had a much better chance of beating Su Shi Yilu to death than of making him admit defeat willingly.
When Chu Jie didn't answer right away, Su Shi Yilu's face immediately fell. "What, Great General? You won't do it?"
Chu Jie spun his blade one-handed. The cutting wind skimmed past Su Shi Yilu's temple as Chu Jie wiped the blade against his metal scale armor with a bent elbow, sending sparks flying. The instant they burst, the muscles in his arm tightened, and a hundred-zhang blade shadow abruptly cleaved toward the posing enemy.
"Sure. For old times' sake, I'll throw in a buy-one-get-two deal this time. All three heads are yours."
Chu Jie accepted the job with a faint smile.
Su Shi Yilu lowered his head. He could put that on his gravestone.
The blade shadow tore through the air with ferocious force. The sharpness it carried was enough to make anyone's legs tremble. Yet the people high above neither dodged nor evaded, letting the blade shadow reach them. They didn't need to dodge, either, because at that moment, this strike had no power to harm them!
It looked as though it could split the sky and cleave the earth, but