Liu Zheng also leaped into the air and quickly reached an even higher elevation than Father John.
"What?!"
Father John looked up in shock.
In a split second, the tide had turned, with Father John below and Liu Zheng above him.
With no time to think, Father John raised his long-handled axe.
The handle of the long-handled axe was not ordinary wood but specially treated timber, as hard as inferior metal.
However, even a true metal rod could not block Liu Zheng's leaping cleave.
The axe handle, three fingers thick, snapped with a crack, and the Slaughter Knife's momentum did not diminish as it struck Father John's shoulder.
"Ah!"
He let out a scream and fell from the sky.
"Boom!"
After a dull thud, Father John knelt on both knees.
His right shoulder sagged limply, blood seeping out from underneath his epaulet and dripping onto the ground from his sleeve.
"Daddy!"
Seeing his pitiable state, Flora couldn't help but cry out.
