When Wu Huitian was shouting, Yue Changtian frowned. [You are in Cold Moon Palace, my place. Do you think there will be an assassination against you? Even though you are frightened by Jun Yinglian, you don't have to be alerted like this! Besides, I don't feel any hostility over there.]
[Wait. What? You just make a strike?]
[Wait… No! That's not right!]
Zhan Yunfei suddenly shouted, "No!"
And then Yue Changtian saw the blood rolling up over where the sword lights were shooting to!
It was all red over there!
"Who's there?" Yue Changtian's face turned pale.
- Shoot! Shoot! Shoot… -
Everybody moved over.
They all went to the place and what they could see was a mess. Forty-six men lying on the floor, drenched in their own blood.
Yue Changtian's face was pale. "Why are these people here? Who… are… they?"
Zhan Yunfei looked extremely pale at the moment, as if there was no blood running inside his body!