Pei Xuanjing nodded at the words, understanding the other's intentions.
Thus, he was even more curious about the identity of Mr. Wu.
Hum!
The silver spear used by Ying Zhong just now hovered in the air, trembling as if sorrowful over the passing of its master...
"Your Highness!"
"You dare to kill His Highness!"
"With His Highness dead, how are we to account for this..."
The group of Black-armored Guards revealed expressions of grief, their eyes filled with murderous rage. They could not believe that their Highness, a Spirit Realm Sixth Level powerhouse, would fall here. This was something they simply could not accept.
But the fact stood before their eyes. They had no power to change it, let alone the flash of the fight between Pei Xuanjing and Ying Zhong that happened in the blink of an eye.
