Pointing a Finger at the Chancellor! Putting Lord Changping on the Fire to Punish His Heart!

Zhao Cheng stood alone before the formation, his presence terrifying the retainers on all sides.

Lord Changping's smile froze completely. Watching Zhao Cheng standing alone before the outer plaza, a surge of dread began to rise within him.

Only he knew how miraculous the Drunken Butcher's abilities were. For such a sneak attack to merely break Zhao Cheng's skin—was this fellow made of iron?

And to think he had boasted about wiping him out with a casual gesture?

How had he been the one wiped out by Zhao Cheng instead, to the point where not even a corpse remained?

One strike. It had taken only one strike!

All those grand boasts of the past, all those world-renowned wines he had bestowed—all of it had gone down the drain with that single strike!

If even the Drunken Butcher couldn't withstand one strike from Zhao Cheng, what hope was there for the other retainers he had nurtured for so long?

After today, the Chancellor's Mansion would likely be left without a single retainer!

These were the very Fangshi and sorcerers the Chu faction relied upon to maintain their influence!

Dun Ruo was also shaken to his core by that strike. He could not understand how the Drunken Butcher could have been defeated so quickly.

The Drunken Butcher, who had been able to slaughter three squads of Cold Cicada a decade ago—to what level should his Wine Essence Aura have reached by now?

Yet, he had only managed to break Zhao Cheng's defense. Judging by the sound, the youth's body must have been tempered to the absolute limit, but he was only sixteen years old! How was this possible?

Could his own deductions have been wrong?

Just as his mind went blank, Ying Zheng's voice came from beside him.

"Hmph, not much to