Li Junze, the eldest son of King Wen, who had always kept a low profile and presented himself to the world with a gentle and elegant appearance, was now being tortured to the point of almost madness by Li Chen. Everyone saw this and felt frightened.
The scream that pierced the sky made people's eardrums hurt.
All the princes and ministers present felt a chill on their necks and subconsciously looked at the woman who followed the light of the sword.
Dressed in white, with fluttering skirts, she is as holy as the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains. Such a woman who is so elegant and holy to the extreme seems not to be like what should be found in the human world.
More like a banished immortal from the sky who fell to the mortal world.
But there was such a banished immortal. She was holding a long, cold knife with blood dripping from it.
The peerless beauty should have been with such beautiful things as poetry, wine and painting, but this long knife and human blood, which represented ferocity and murderous intent, added a touch of color to the hearts of everyone who saw her.
The wind is strangely blood red.
There was a bang, the sound made by the headless body of the burly man falling to the ground.
The blood instantly gathered into a pool of blood, and the pool of blood spread along the terrain. Even though the square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was open enough and the air circulation was large enough, people could still smell the wisps of blood on their noses.
A big living person died like this.
Still died in such a miserable way.
This scene made it difficult for the vast majority of civil servants to accept it.
The timid ones turned pale and trembled, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads.
And Li Junze's panicked and shrill screams made the atmosphere at the scene even more tragic.
Behind the burly man, the more than a hundred subordinates who followed him all opened their eyes in disbelief.
They couldn't figure it out. It was clear that their side was the stronger one, and Prince Li Chen was the one who should beg for mercy. But why could the prince be so cruel!?
Doesn't he know that if more than a hundred people rush up to him, even if he is protected by a peerless master, they will definitely be unable to defeat four hands with two fists. As long as they dare to kill, they will definitely kill Li Chen?
Each of them clung tightly to the weapons in their hands. Under the tremendous fear and shock, their psychological defenses were on the verge of collapse.
Once it collapses, these more than a hundred experts will go crazy and kill everyone present without hesitation.
Anyway, death is inevitable, and the fate is destined to be the same, so it is better to die vigorously.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
No matter how dull they are, they can see the great danger approaching from the fierce light in their eyes.
Some people secretly scolded Li Chen for being a reckless man. What's the use of killing one person at this time? These more than a hundred people are the real lunatics.
Others are secretly thinking about how they can escape if chaos breaks out...
Li Chen, on the other hand, seemed completely unaware of the change in the atmosphere of the situation.
He pressed the head of Li Junze, who was still howling, with his backhand, fanned him in front of him, and then swung a big-eared scraper round his face and threw it at his face.
"What's it called? The noise makes my brain hurt."
Being slapped by Li Chen like a grandson, Li Junze almost collapsed completely and retreated crying and howling.
Li Chen chased after him and slapped him every step he took, while Li Junze stepped back step by step, his whole head visibly beaten into a pig's head.
One retreated, the other advanced, and the two of them advanced and retreated. Li Chen actually moved Li Junze's big ass all the way to the middle of more than a hundred people without caring.
