After the short battle, countless green bamboo trees in the center of the bamboo sea were destroyed by the saber wind, revealing an open space. Broken bamboo trees and leaves were everywhere.
Rustle, rustle, rustle!
The rain of bamboo leaves drifted with the wind and gradually covered Huang Yulong's corpse.
Not far away, Pei Xiangjun held her spear and pressed down on Xiao Shichen, who was covered in blood.
Ye Jingtang half-squatted in front of him and took out the medicine bottle again. "It will really be too late if you don't take it now. You're only the second-in-command. In the past, you had to listen to the sect master's arrangements. Now that your boss is dead, he will bear all the blame. I won't say that I'll let you escape without punishment, but I can at least spare your life. You're only in your forties. You still have at least thirty years to live. Why should you die for the Prince of Wu?"
