GURGLE!
The Third Prince's head slid from his neck, his blood-stained face still etched with terror and indignation.
I am the Third Prince of the Heavenly Sword Dynasty, a prodigy on the Hidden Dragon List, destined to make a name for myself in the Central Plains. How could I possibly die here?
The Third Prince's indignation dissipated with the wind. His soul was shredded by the Slaughter Sword Intent, leaving no chance of escape. Only after death did his terror-filled eyes finally see his killer clearly.
An ordinary waiter!
Of course, this was Su Han's disguise, not a real waiter. Unfortunately, whether it was the waiter or Su Han, the Third Prince could see nothing; he was utterly dead.
To find something by sheer luck after searching for it far and wide!
