When night fell, the smell of blood emerged again. A dark red figure kept moving through the sea of people. He was like the grim reaper. Wherever he went, there were bloody corpses.
"Someone, stop him!" Yi Chi hid under the bed while trembling. He really regretted it now. Why did he try to kill Qiao Yanhui? But who would have thought that even so, Qiao Yanhui still survived?! Was Qiao Yanhui related to Satan? Even hell wouldn't accept him?
With a bang, the heavy door was kicked open from the outside. As Yi Chi lay under the bed, his pupils dilated in shock and he pleaded, "Please don't kill me. I can give you anything… Please…"
Qiao Yanhui, who was covered in blood, had an impassive expression as he looked down at Yi Chi. How could such a coward be worthy of being the emperor?
