Cold sweat covered Chen Hu's forehead, his body trembling slightly...
Shang Xiangyu was going to kill him!
Chen Hu did not expect this day to come so soon!
He thought he would have to wait until his three-year term was up, during the assessment period!
At the moment when a mist of blood spurted from Yin Cong's chest, Chen Hu's most primal survival instinct overpowered his fear of Shang Xiangyu.
His face turned ashen, his eyes filled with malice.
Suddenly, Chen Hu reached to his waist and pulled, the Nine-section Steel Whip leaving his waist and landing in his hand.
His body leapt up like a startled rabbit in the grass; as he leapt, his right hand flicked, and the Nine-section Steel Whip in his hand, like a snake emerging from its hole, flashed with a gleam of icy light. Just as Yin Cong fell, the tail blade of the whip scraped past Yin Cong's shoulder and suddenly stabbed at Shang Xiangyu's brow.
This was Chen Hu, seizing the perfect moment!
