A group of people had been driven to the edge of a cliff.
The Second Young Master stared at the dead end before him, his face drained of color.
By now, the pursuers had caught up. The middle-aged general at their head threw back his head and laughed. "Why aren't you running? Or have you run out of strength? Wu Zhaode, that old dog, really is willing to use his son to cover his own retreat. Hey, kid, why not surrender now?"
"What the hell are you talking about!"
The guards protecting the Second Young Master nearly exploded with rage.
The enemy was truly vile. Surrounding and intercepting them wasn't enough; now they were spreading lies to sow discord between their lord and his son, slinging mud at their lord! Anyone with eyes could see that their lord had done this to draw away the enemy's forces and give the Second Young Master a slim chance of survival!
"Second Young Master, I swear I'll protect you to the death!"
The guard standing before the Second Young Master raised his hand and conjured a massive shield. In an instant, martial energy surged, and a hazy, towering phantom shield blocked their path. Everyone assumed the Second Young Master knew the enemy's tricks too. With the crisis bearing down on them, no one noticed the twisted, ferocious expression on his handsome face, warped by dark emotions.
See? Father really is this heartless!
But everyone had the will to survive. He wasn't willing to have his life wither here before it had even blossomed in full. They had been driven to the cliff's edge. The drop was perilous, but it wasn't impossible to risk everything and leap. The Second Young Master gritted his teeth and shot a look at the people beside him. Unfortunately,