“From now on, your Wei Manor will grovel in front of me like dogs!” Li Yanfeng had gone mad. He was covered in injuries, but he continued to chase down Wei Tianxiong, his Hellish Downfall Sword Art repeatedly attacking. “Wei Tianxiong, weren’t you here to avenge your brother? Well, come on! How can you be the chancellor when you’re such a coward!”

Li Yanfeng relied on the frightening sword intent of this sword art to turn the tides. It brushed across Wei Tianxiong’s waist, leaving a bloody gash, as well as knocking away the golden swordbreakers that were desperately trying to block his onslaught. Li Yanfeng was no different from a demon now, his confidence mounting as he fought.

“Impossible! Impossible!” Wei Tianxiong had fallen into despair. How can I, the Flameyellow Scions Institute Chancellor, be unable to beat a mere city governor?

It was an utter embarrassment. However, what mattered more was that he would die at this rate, an even worse fate than Wei Zikun.

“I can’t lose!” Wei Tianxiong roared. Unfortunately, fights weren’t won based on how loud...