You Think You Can Hold Me? (Part 1) [Please Vote for Monthly Tickets]

Was a bad death better than a miserable life?

Zhang He's features crumpled completely at Wu Xian's words, twisting into a savage expression for a moment. Shock filled the depths of his eyes.

"Wu Zhaode, you're still a man, at least!"

"Wouldn't it be better to leave behind a good name?"

Zhang He stared fixedly at that [Draw a Circle to Imprison].

Several of the dead men at Wu Xian's side had burned their Martial Spirits to cast it together. It couldn't save their lives, only delay things for a while. Wu Xian couldn't get out, and Zhang He couldn't break in. All they could do was glare at each other through the burning barrier—Wu Xian with wide eyes, and Zhang He with narrow ones.

Wu Xian's injuries were severe. He had to plant his weapon in the ground to keep his upper body upright. He laughed, then coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and sneered, "Zhang Yongqing, you're still putting on that sanctimonious act. If I walk out of here today, won't my men have died for nothing? If you've got the ability, break through it. If you don't, wait for it to weaken on its own—or get lost—"

Zhang He clenched his fists. "Wu Zhaode!"

Wu Xian spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. "You're following a lackey like Huang Xiguang, and even playing with fire by conspiring with him... Either you bow your head and submit, or you lose your head. I don't know what you're after. It can't be that you enjoy being a damn fool."

In his youth, he'd mixed with all sorts of people and gathered retainers of every background. When he cursed someone, he was as cutting as he was foul-mouthed. But once he'd established himself and become a father, he'd grown more