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Chang Yishen furiously spat out, "Shi Xiangyang, you spineless coward, I, Chang, truly was blind and misjudged you."
Shi Xiangyang shamefully lowered his head.
Luo Peiyun's expression was cold and indifferent as he said, "Chang Yishen, the city gates have already been opened, the situation is beyond recovery, what else do you want to do?"
Chang Yishen looked up at the sky, slowly drew his sword from its scabbard, and laughed heartily, "One should bear the consequences for one's actions. The entire rebellion at Youlongwo is solely directed by me, Chang Yishen, and has nothing to do with anyone else."
He placed the sword against his neck and suddenly slashed across.
Splash!
Accompanied by a spurt of fresh blood, Chang Yishen fell headfirst from the gate tower, plummeting straight down. With a loud thud, he slammed heavily onto the ground, face down, blood and brains scattered everywhere.
"Brother Chang!"
Shi Xiangyang howled in grief.