Gong Huiyu's eyes slowly moved downwards to the sharp sword Ji Fengyan held at his throat. His mouth curled in the trace of a smile.
"Price? Perhaps the Queen wants to kill me? The winner takes it all. Since I've lost, you may take my life." Gong Huiyu's tone was completely nonchalant, as if life and death did not mean much to him.
A cold gleam flashed across Ji Fengyan's eyes. Her wrist that held the sword suddenly flicked. Gong Huiyu involuntarily closed his eyes and prepared to meet his death.
But…
His body did not feel the pain it expected. Instead, a warm liquid sprayed all over his face.
Gong Huiyu opened his eyes in shock and a drop of blood slid past the corner of his eyes. The fresh blood dripped into his eyes, causing a stinging sensation. He subconsciously turned his head and suddenly discovered that the man in black that had been standing next to him had lost his head. Fresh blood sprayed from the large opening in his neck and he fell to the ground with a plop.
