Chen Bai's expression turned ghastly, and the successive blows robbed him of all confidence. The elaborate labyrinth he had carefully set up had no effect on Hua Cuo, and what's more, it had repeatedly plunged Chu Yu into dangerous situations.
At this point, they had neither escape routes nor the strength to fight.
Chu Yu's expression, on the contrary, was more composed than Chen Bai's. She looked at Hua Cuo and asked, "How is Amman?"
Hua Cuo let out a cold laugh, flicking the blood droplets from his longsword, and said, "What else? Did you think I would let him live?" He flipped his longsword, smiled, and continued, "If Rong Zhi hadn't shown me that swordsmanship back then, I wouldn't be where I am today. If you must harbor hatred, direct it at Rong Zhi."
Now he intended to use the swordsmanship instructed by Rong Zhi to take Chu Yu's life.
The thought of Rong Zhi agonizing with regret brought a surge of pleasure to his heart.
