A cold light flashed.
It pierced through Huang Zhongtai's chest and then vanished into the sky.
Like a shooting star, it came streaking across the sky, and like a shooting star, it departed, taking only Huang Zhongtai's life.
At the scene, a brief silence ensued.
Everyone was shocked by this scene.
In Huang Zhongtai's eyes, there was unwillingness. Clutching his chest, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something.
He could guess who the blade had come from.
Apart from his virtuous nephew, Chu Ning, it couldn't possibly be anyone else.
However, when his gaze fell on Huang Xuan, and he saw Huang Xuan pressing his lips tightly together, he suddenly laughed.
Forget it.
In his lifetime, he had done many things, some right and some wrong.
He had killed his brother and murdered his father.
Initially, wasn't it all to avenge his mother?
But later on, his heart changed.
"Huang Zhongtai, you beast will suffer retribution!"
