Xu Zining stepped forward, eyes wide, sweat breaking out on his palms from anxiety. When he saw that Zhao Chang had only suffered superficial wounds, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, thank goodness—this guy hadn't completely lost his mind!
"If you dare to utter one more word of dissent, my sword won't just graze your throat—it will run you clean through!"
The man’s voice was utterly calm, yet it sent a piercing chill through Zhao Chang. It was as if a demon, crawled up from the depths of hell, were staring him down, ready to drag him back into the abyss. Seeing that Zhao Chang had finally quieted down, Shen Chuan withdrew his sword.
Chapter 72