In the area visible to Zhu Minglang, Elder Yuan, the most powerful of all, was sitting against a crystal rock, apparently having suffered serious injuries.
The elder, who held a big sword, lay motionless in a pool of blood, his fate unknown.
Zhu Minglang did not see the other two elders, but it was more likely than not that they had met with misfortune.
It was a ghastly scene!
"Zhao Yu, do you think Empress Zhu will let you go after doing this!!" Zhu Wangxing's voice came through, filled with extreme anger.
"Zhu Wangxing, I promised Empress Zhu I would help your Little Inner Court eliminate all the people from King An's Mansion. Take a look around you now—isn't the number of people from King An's Mansion who have died enough? Have I not served loyally and dutifully? It's just that I didn't say I wouldn't move against your Zhu Gate, did I??" Prince Zhao Yu said with a laugh.
"You make me sick!!" Zhu Wangxing roared in rage.
