"Lord, you called for me?"
Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter gave a nod.
"Congratulations, Lord, for slaying Xu Yan and establishing a great merit in restoring the glory of the Domain!"
The person who came congratulated with ecstatic joy.
A twitch formed at the corner of the mouth beneath the mask of Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter. His palm throbbed with pain anew, his shoulder hurt even more, and it seemed as if the mere mention of the name Xu Yan stirred the trickle of Sword Dao power inside his body into restlessness.
"Xu Yan is not dead!"
"What?"
The newcomer's face showed shock. Even Lord Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter couldn't kill Xu Yan personally?
On second thought, the person realized, "Lord, did you capture Xu Yan alive? Are you planning to frame another power?"
Correct!
Lord Eight-leaf Heavenly Slaughter had not killed Xu Yan but intended to pin his death on another power?
"I did not capture Xu Yan."
"What?"
The person was stunned.
