The rain seemed to freeze. Golden blood continued to gush out of the first prince's open throat.
The head that went flying had hair that was stained gold from the blood. It went spinning like a top until it crash-landed into a puddle of mud.
Over the sound of wind and the rain could, one could still hear the sound of the sword slicing into the body. All of a sudden, Li Tianlin stopped hearing any sounds.
Li Tianlin's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. There was also a sense of fear deep into his bones. When the sword pierced his neck, there was a pain that reverberated deep within Li Tianlin's soul!
Fang Lang… He had dared to lift a sword against him! Not only did he raise his sword, but he attempted to cut off the first prince's head!
Li Tianlin was a little dazed. Perhaps he had underestimated Fang Lang and Wen Ting. He did not see them as a threat but at that moment, they had acted decisively and ruthlessly!