Chapter 531

"Everyone, shut up!" Mu Tianbo roared. He could not let them continue bickering with the enemy at the gates. Mu Tianbo took his horse whip in his left hand, drew his saber with his right, and pressed the blade against Zhou Ding’s neck. "Release your grip, or I will not be so polite." Instead of letting go, Zhou Ding tried to tie the reins around his hand. In a moment of desperation, Mu Tianbo swung his blade downward. The sharp edge easily sliced through Zhou Ding’s neck, and bright red blood sprayed out. The strategist, Zhou Ding, clutched his throat in disbelief, his face turning pale as he collapsed. He never imagined that Mu Tianbo would turn against him, much less that he would kill him with his own hands.