For one moment, Wang Kun's mind went completely blank.
He was no stranger to stormy seas. His life thus far had been a tumultuous one.
Nor had he never crossed blades with truly peerless prodigies—he had once traded blows with Dou Zhao in the Great Void Pavilion!
But fucking hell, you killed Li Longchuan?!
Li Longchuan could be killed?!
That was one of Qi State's foremost great clans, a first-rate aristocratic house in All-Under-Heaven, a family with incense burning in the Hall of Protecting the State, a house of meritorious ministers who had restored the nation!
He was the face of Qi State!
Such a figure had moved first to kill me. I hesitated and hesitated, killing intent rising time and again; even when my blade was at his throat, I forcibly held back and did not dare truly kill him!
Y-you-you, Tian Anping—what kind of mongrel are you? You came over and cut him down in one stroke, lopping off his head! Such utter lawlessness!
It was not until Tian Anping said, "You started the war," that Wang Kun abruptly woke up. Li Longchuan's status, whether he could be killed or not—none of that was the point anymore. After that stroke, the situation had changed.
Qi State could never tolerate Jing Kingdom people who still dared provoke conflict beside their bed.
Only then did he realize how familiar the blade in Tian Anping's hand looked...
And there was no longer a blade in his own sheath!
"You dog-thief!" Wang Kun cursed loudly. "Heroes do not die unknown deaths! How could a heroic figure like Li Longchuan die to Hidden Blade? Even I did not dare do it—you did?!"
Though his mouth hurled abuse from the moral high ground, his body retreated at breakneck speed amid flickering light and fleeting