Attending a Banquet

"Who did this?" Leng Feng's voice deepened.

"Chu Li!" a masked man in black spoke and with a widened mouth, he spat out blood, drenching his black band black.

He took down his black band, revealing his thin face. White as a sheet, with no flush of blood.

"Uncle Yi, Chu Li did this alone?" a Prince shouted.

Yi Lixing slowly nodded. "It's him."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and continued to channel in order to suppress the violent blade force.

This blade force was substantial, as though a miniature sword was cutting through within, chopping off his internal organs. Yi Lixing's channeling to recover could not keep up with the speed that this miniature sword was hurting him at. His injury was getting more severe.

He took out a porcelain bottle and poured out two pills and dumped them into his mouth.

The Princes all were upset. "Chu Li, how dare he!"

Leng Tao said, "It's impossible. He alone took care of fourteen masters?"