Kapitel 390: The Last Melody

"I'm a Mahayana cultivator. Why can't I cut off your arm? You're an emperor who has faked his cultivation level. For that alone, I can kill you!

"If the barrier can't be destroyed, I'm going to kill you and apologize to Mr. Soan with your head!"

Lasul had drawn out his sword. Its blade was snowy white and as thin as a piece of paper. Low-level cultivators would be injured by the sword energy just by looking at the sword.

It was Thy's first time seeing Lasul's sword. He was an ordinary man now, so he couldn't withstand the impact. His eyes were bleeding, and he thought he was going blind.

When he opened his eyes again, Lasul was gone. The courtyard was empty. The once luxurious place had been turned into a ruin.

Thy knelt on the ground and held his son in his arms, unable to speak a word. No one in the family dared come closer. They all hid in their rooms and shut their doors.

"Master…"