Zuo Qingxian turned around and saw a teenager behind him.
It was a handsome young man with big bright eyes.
The others were used to seeing his smiling face, but the look on his face was very serious now.
"Feng Xun…"
Blood poured out of Zuo Qingxian's mouth.
He stared at Feng Xun in disbelief.
He had never thought Feng Xun would kill him.
How dare he?!
Zuo Qingxian wasn't the only one who was shocked. The second prince hadn't seen it coming either.
"You —"
Both men cried out in unison.
Feng Xun then drew back his sword.
"My Purple Sun Sword has yet to taste blood, and you just offered yourself to me. Good."
Feng Xun stared at Zuo Qingxian with a murderous look in his eyes.
The Purple Sun was unbelievably sharp, and it pierced Zuo Qingxian's heart from behind. Once Feng Xun pulled it out, blood covered Zuo Qingxian's chest.
"Why are you doing this?" He stared at Feng Xun in disbelief.
