Zhu the Great King's puppet, Zhu Shunshui, had died.
He had been killed by a punch from Jiang Dali, his skull partially collapsed, his eyeballs and brain matter mixed with blood spattering the ground, his death gruesome.
Li Chenzhou had also been defeated.
Utterly defeated.
And he wasn't far from death.
He had taken a punch from Jiang Dali, his internal organs shattered, and the rib bones on both sides of his chest had broken and pierced his organs. Even if Hua Tuo and Bian Que were reborn, they would probably shake their heads and sigh.
But at this moment, he no longer cared, only smiling as he looked at Zhao Shirong who was now safe beside him, with deep and empty eyes that carried desperate ambition, yet now showed a look of satisfaction.
...He hadn't cherished anything like this in a long time.
It had always been just for power.
But today, in utter defeat, knowing that his wife, Zhao Shirong, was safe was the most satisfying thing for him.
