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Thousands of images rotated through Liu Huai's mind.
One moment, it was Yang Jiande brutally slaughtering his close kin on the court.
The next, it was him, Liu Huai, who, having mastered demonic arts, sought revenge for his master, stormed Linzi, cleansed the Qi palace with blood, and killed the old Jiang sire in the court.
And then, it was he standing before the corpse of Yang Xuance, while his former master Yang Jiande, with a face smeared with blood, looked at him, "You mongrel servant, I ordered you to protect my only remaining son, yet you killed him?"
"Ah!"
Liu Huai broke free from his frenzied delusion, gasping violently.
His face and body were already covered with thick beads of sweat.
However, that blood-colored text kept swirling in his mind, becoming clearer and clearer.
"No, no, I cannot!"
He screamed crazily a few times, then suddenly flipped his hand and struck his own head, causing it to burst open!
Red and white, spattered all over the ground.
