Before anyone at the scene could react, Pei Shaoqing had already drawn his sword and charged forward.
"SCHLICK!"
A glint of cold steel flashed. Accompanied by a spray of hot, crimson blood, Yan Sitong's head flew high into the air. His gushing body crashed to the ground as his head rolled twice, the expression on his face still one of bewilderment.
Only then did the others snap to their senses, drawing their blades and charging forward right behind him.
"He's trying to kill me! He's going to execute me without even a trial!" King Shu stumbled backward, his eyes red with disbelief and denial as he roared, "Yan Wu! Yan Wu! You bastard who kills his own brothers! You'll be reviled for eternity!
No wonder even your own son wants to rebel against you! My only regret is that I didn't *actually* rebel! How can you face the spirit of our imperial father in heaven?! Yan Wu..."
