Chapitre 22: Great war memory (3)

"Poison! We have been poisoned!" The thin higher-up who was still holding the map in his hand shouted with a pale face from shock, he was one of the higher-ups who had yet to touch a glass of poisoned wine.

Yashu also knew that they had been poisoned, with an overflowing rage that was almost uncontrollable, a pitch-black aura instantly enveloped the black sword that was in front of the youth's neck.

The next second a head floated through the air before tumbling down on the ground, it was the black-haired youth's head.

But at almost the same time, a burly old official suddenly jumped towards Yashu, the tip of the large shiny sword was right in front of Yashu.

"Srecck!"

Yashu glared when he saw blood spurting in front of him "What are you doing?" Yashu asked in a deep voice, his red eyeballs shaking violently, did not understand what was happening in front of him.