章節 700: Rift at the Holy Zhi Palace

Ye Wuchen was thrown off and he spewed blood from his mouth. However, his expression remained cold as he looked at the sword at Bai Ze's throat.

Zui Qianchou was seen standing right behind Bai Ze.

Bai Ze extended his hands while shaking all over, holding his throat where blood kept oozing out. His eyes were wide open and almost popping out as he glared at the figure before him. The bloodshot eyes were filled with vile hatred and frustration.

Am I going to die just like this? His body trembled from fear of death. He had never even once thought that Ye Wuchen and the others actually dared kill him within the Holy Zhi Palace. Have they gone insane? He was the second son of White Cloud City, a gifted proud son and a student of the Holy Zhi Palace. How dare they actually kill me? This is vexing.