Official Zhao could not be compared to his useless, spineless-coward of a son. He was after all a formidable fifth ranked martial artist. Just one masterful feint from his lance would be very difficult for even a few people to withstand.
In the end, because of this domineering strength, Liu Ruohua’s party finished having suffered a crushing defeat.
Official Zhao’s long pike rested on top of Liu Ruohua’s shoulder, as its sharp tip murderously glittered like frost and snow.
Official Zhao’s grim appearance was similar to a demon’s that had come from Hell. His face was covered with a dense aura of death as he ominously said, “ kill yourself or be killed, pick one.”
At this time, Liu Ruohua’s blood from her severed wrist had already stopped flowing. Her face was ashen-white like a piece of white paper, and she could barely even stand upright. However, she was not even a bit panicked. Coldly smiling, she said, “you, but an insignificant official, dare to threaten this young lady? Believe it or not, in no time at all, this young lady will have you in shackles and thrown in jail!”
Official Zhao’s expression remained somber, and his whole persons was ice-cold and violently ruthless. “Will you kill yourself or do you want to be killed?”
His expression was terribly frightening. It could even be compared to a devil that had fought its way out of a blood-soaked arena of purgatory, frigidly cold without a trace of emotions.
Official Zhao had spent his whole life obsessed with practice and cultivation, thus he had neglected to discipline his son, leading to this tragic event. Consequently he blamed himself. Still to shield his pride from own shortcomings, he absolutely would not let the murderer of his son escape.
Even if she was a woman, even if she was the Prime Minister’s daughter!
Liu Ruohua saw the merciless killing intent on Official Zhao’s face, and a trace of fear flared from her heart. But she calmly remained unyielding and maintained a cold expression “You want to kill me? Have you asked his highness Prince Jin, yet?”
His highness Prince Jin? Suddenly a thread of shocked terror appeared on Official Zhao’s face, who had been caught up in the frenzied circumstances.
His highness Prince Jin was absolutely a stunning existence in the hearts of martial artist.
Since the beginning of the continent’s history, his innate skill was counted as number two. At less than twenty years of age, he had already advanced to the sixth rank. Rumor has it that he was already at the peak of the six rank, and not far from entering the threshold of the seventh rank.
Such a genius who wouldn’t worship? Moreover, who would dared to be his enemy?
“His highness Prince Jin?” Official Zhao frowned, repeating the last sentence. Was it because his useless son committed an offense against his highness Prince Jin, that had provoked his death?
*death could not wipe out the crimes – dreadful crimes that rankled even after the perpetrator is dead.