Chu Shaobai stood up from the ground without saying a word. He ignored Chu Shaoyang who was roaring out the window like a madman, but picked up the jade seal that was ignored by both Mo Chuan and Chu Shaoyang. He put it in his arms.
He picked up the edict covered with jade seal again, tore it into pieces one by one, and then raised his hand towards Chu Shaoyang. The pieces of paper fell like snowflakes, landing on Chu Shaoyang's head and body. , on the shoulders…
Chu Shaoyang suddenly turned back from the window and stared at Chu Shaobai with hazy eyes.
"What are you doing? You... what did you tear up just now? Where's the edict? Where's my Zen edict? Chu Shaobai, you actually tore up my Zen edict! You... I'm going to kill you!"
He picked up a piece of paper from his shoulder, looked at it, his eyes turned red, roared wildly, and rushed towards Chu Shaobai.
Chu Shaobai dodged and avoided his crazy tiger-like attack. He hit Chu Shaoyang's vest with a backhand palm, and Chu Shaoyang immediately fell to the ground.
Chu Shaoyang's martial arts skills were definitely not inferior to Chu Shaobai's, but he was so confused that he was knocked down easily by Chu Shaobai.
However, Chu Shaobai only used less than 10% of his palm power, and Chu Shaoyang was not injured. He suddenly stood up from the ground and raised his right hand, revealing a long sword with cold light.
"Chu Shaobai, you forced me to do this. You are seeking death yourself!"
He stabbed Chu Shaobai in the chest.
With a soft "chi" sound, the long sword penetrated Chu Shaobai's chest and penetrated from Chu Shaobai's chest to his back. The blood immediately stained his white clothes as red as snow.
Chu Shaobai's body swayed slightly, but he still remained standing.
He did not look at the sword that penetrated his body, but looked straight at Chu Shaoyang with tears in his eyes.
Chu Shaoyang was stunned, looking at Chu Shaobai whose clothes were stained red with blood, his handsome face turned bloodless, his body crumbling, and the hand holding the sword hilt began to tremble violently.
"You, you, why don't you dodge? Why don't you? I... I didn't mean it, Shaobai, you can obviously dodge this sword, why don't you dodge!"
Chu Shaoyang drew the sword hard, and a cloud of blood spurted out from Chu Shaobai's chest as the sword was pulled out. The hot blood splashed on Chu Shaoyang's face, burning like fire. Got him.
As the sword was drawn out, Chu Shaobai could no longer stand. He swayed and fell to the sky.
Chu Shaoyang rushed over and hugged him. His fingers were like lightning, and he quickly tapped several large points on Chu Shaobai's chest to help him stop the bleeding, and then hurriedly took out the golden medicine from his arms.
People who practice martial arts like them will always carry gold-creating medicine with them.
"Where's the medicine? Where's the Jinchuang medicine?"
He tore the skirt of his clothes into a mess and found that there was nothing in his arms. Then he realized that he was wearing a gorgeous outfit for a banquet in the palace, and there would be no gold-creating medicine anywhere.
"Come on, come on! Where are my secret guards? Get them all in here!"
Chu Shaoyang raised his voice and shouted loudly, but it was quiet outside and no one appeared.
He immediately understood that all the secret guards in the mansion must have been knocked down silently by Mo Chuan when he arrived, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.
"Chu Mochuan, if Shaobai dies, I will take your life to be buried with him!"
He gently put Chu Shaobai on the couch: "Shaobai, just wait, I will get medicine to save you right away! I will not let you die no matter what!"