Liu Dingchun looked utterly bewildered.
He only felt a chill in his heart, as though it had sprung a leak.
He lowered his head for a look.
His defensive armor had been shattered by some unknown object, leaving a fingernail-sized bloody hole over his heart, blood gushing from it.
"I, I..."
His mouth hung open, but in the end, he could not utter a single word.
Bloody foam sprayed wildly from his mouth.
Thud!
Liu Dingchun collapsed to the ground with disbelief written all over his face. His entire body convulsed, and moments later, he breathed his last.
"General!?"
Zou Rong and the others instantly descended into chaos.
Yet apart from the demons ahead, there was not a single suspicious person nearby!
Head Chef Army camp.
Li Sheng and the other man were still drinking and making merry, utterly delighted.
Slightly drunk, Wang Pei grinned smugly. "Young Master Sheng, Ninth Prince Ning Chen should be dead by now, and those five bastards led by Chen Xian should have been killed by General Sun as well!"
"We've done a great service too. Remember to tell the Sixth Prince that I, Wang Pei, played my part."
Li Sheng lifted his head from a woman's chest and smiled smugly. "Don't worry. As long as Ninth Prince Ning Chen dies, everyone gets credit!"
Wang Pei said coldly, "That bastard Chen Xian is a pity, though. He had talent, but he was ignorant and foolish. If he had pledged loyalty to Young Master Sheng, he would not have met such a miserable death."
Outside the tent.
Chen Xian descended from the heavens, leaving no trace upon the snow.
Cloud Pattern Blade in hand, he stared coldly at the tent and happened to hear the two men talking.
Ninth Prince Ning Chen?
Ding Chen?
A