Bab 119: The Art of Killing (1)

Even the Emperor had his hands tied in the face of this onslaught by Jun Wu Xie, who else could stand up to her?

Jun Wu Xie didn't even flinch when she executed Wu Wang and even the Emperor's father-in-law.

They were court officials who stood above all, beholden only to one. And now, their lifeless bodies lay in the dust.

Mo Xuan Fei, eyes rimmed with tears, surveyed the ground, sword held in his trembling hand.

Why did things turn out like this?

Why?

The lone person who stood before the gates, who pushed him to the brink of sanity tonight, was the same lass whom he spurned and dumped?

Jun Wu Xie shifted her gaze from Mo Xuan Fei, whose face was gradually twisting up in further agony, to fall upon the Emperor.

She was waiting for the Emperor to order the release of Jun Xian!