"Is there anything else you want to add?"
"No... It's gone."
Zhang Ronghua took the knife from Jiu Xuanji's hand. A cold light flashed as he slashed down dozens of times in a row. Using the method of dismembering, he cut off dozens of pieces of meat from Jin Zailai's leg. They were of the same size.
It was over. With a vicious stab, the dagger sank into his bones. He let out a little of his anger and felt a little better.
"Let's go!"
The two of them walked out of the cell.
They arrived at the main hall.
Murong An and the others came forward to welcome him.
"Everyone in the Jin family, be it the master or the servants, greet them well. Don't let them die!" Zhang Ronghua ordered.
"Yes, sir!" The prison guard quickly replied.
He left the prison.
"How much does the Heavenly King know?" asked Zhang Ronghua.
"This is the first time I've heard of it. It didn't exist before this." Jiu Xuanji frowned and tried hard to recall.
They looked at each other.
