The Fence-Sitter's secret chamber.
Xu Qingzhao stood alone beneath the lamplight, her eyes fixed on the blood pool. A faintly bitter smile actually surfaced on her pretty face.
Ever since entering this chamber, she had stood here like a statue. More than ten minutes had passed, yet she had not moved at all.
Not far behind her, the Bronze Gate actually stood open, rather than shut tight like those of the Court Party and Prince Huai Party...
It seemed to be telling her outright: you could choose to leave.
Heaven seemed to be deliberately toying with this ill-fated woman, so cold on the outside yet so sensitive within...
The Star Gate had given her two choices.
There was little time left.
What path should Xu Qingzhao take?
The Court Party's secret chamber.
The four teammates who had once walked shoulder to shoulder and fought together were now like bloodthirsty beasts, tearing into one another, using every means at their disposal to kill each other.
On the ground beside the blood pool.
Xing Tao still had not managed to grab the Dagger. He could only fight the Coachman hand to hand.
Smack!
Smack!
The sound of fists striking flesh rang out repeatedly. Pinned beneath Xing Tao, the Coachman took one heavy blow to the face after another. Blood had long since begun pouring from his nostrils, and his vision had blurred.
In terms of unarmed combat alone, Xing Tao was the strongest fighter in the Court Faction, followed by the Coachman, then the Scholar and Guo Caier.
"Hah... hah!"
Heavy panting rose. Xing Tao felt his vision swim, his chest filled with a suffocating sensation. He could not tell whether the crimson poison gas was taking effect or this was simply his body's normal response to strenuous exertion.
But