All the assassins were dead, but Chen Ji did not discard the knife.
He drew the short knife out of the assassin's chest, letting the assassin kneel on the ground, letting the blood pumped from his heart spray onto himself and the floor, until the assassin's body slumped over.
Chen Ji stood where he was, lowered his head, and stared silently at the corpse…
The Mountain Lord Sect's Scripture had been stuck at the threshold of the Seeking Dao Realm for far too long; clearly, beyond the door lay a broad and open Great Way, yet he simply could not find the key to enter.
And that key was, at this very moment, standing right behind him.
Kill.
Or not kill?
To kill the Emperor—this sort of thing, perhaps in one's entire life there would only be this one chance…
