Po Zhongyou grabbed the sword piercing his neck, hoping to pull it out. However, it was futile. The damage was already done, and it had sapped him of whatever strength he had. His hands simply slumped feebly on the sword as he struggled to take in his final breath.

His mind had devolved into chaos. Why is this fellow here? Has he been waiting here all this while to ambush me?

He finally understood why the young master had instructed them to show utmost caution, lest they were done in by this fellow’s slyness.

But the young master didn’t tell me that this fellow would be so despicable! Even though he successfully landed a fatal blow, he still doesn’t want to let me rest in peace!

Seeing the look of ridicule on Zu An’s face, Po Zhongyou felt heat rushing into his head. Blood gushed out of his throat, spraying out everywhere.

You have successfully trolled Po Zhongyou for 1024 Rage points!

Po Zhongyou continued to glare at Zu An, his eyes wide with hate, but his body had begun to slump forward. He was already dead.

“It’s over already?”

Zu An was disappointed. He was still hoping to earn a few more Rage points from him.

He withdrew his sword before laying Po Zhongyou’s corpse down on the branch. He started off by searching the latter’s body, but he only turned up some dry rations and restorative medicine. The bow he wielded seemed to be quite decent, but it was a pity that Zu An didn’t know archery.

He took a look at the arrows Po Zhongyou had in his quiver, but they snapped fairly easily once he exerted some force...