Chapter 815

And outside the hall, a large number of Huang Jin Warriors holding knives and swords also rushed in.

Swish!

Zhang Bao drew the saber from his waist.

"Second Brother, you... what are you doing!"

Even if Zhang Liang were stupid,

he could see Zhang Bao's intention by now.

"Second Brother, I trusted you so much, Big Brother trusted you so much... you... how could you..."

Pfft!

Zhang Bao, with fierce eyes, stabbed his saber directly into Zhang Liang's lower abdomen.

Zhang Liang, who was close to Zhang Bao, widened his eyes instantly.

Looking at Zhang Bao, who was close at hand, with extreme disbelief, shock, and pain.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Bao roared repeatedly: "I don't want to either, I don't want to either!"

"It's Big Brother, it's all Big Brother's fault. Why is the imperial court already so corrupt, and why, when he clearly has the ability, does he not rebel?"

Zhang Bao gripped the hilt of the saber tightly with one hand, then twisted it inside Zhang Liang's abdominal cavity: "Third Brother, don't blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame Big Brother."

"He is the one who caused your death, not me!"

"Why did you help him speak!"

"Wouldn't it be good to go to Luoyang with me and be the Emperor together?"

"Wouldn't it be good to go to Luoyang with me and be the Emperor? Why did you help him speak? He was clearly about to die, yet he still wanted to drag us to die with him."

He's crazy.

Duan Yu looked at Zhang Bao with a cold sneer.

This person was clearly already crazy.

"Third Brother."

A cry of alarm sounded from Zhang Jiao's mouth.

An anxious Zhang Jiao stood up, and the excitement combined with the injuries on his body caused Zhang Jiao to spray a mouthful of blood and fall back into his original seat.

Zhang Bao pulled the saber out of Zhang Liang's body.

Accompanied by Zhang Liang pulling out the straight saber in his hand, blood sprayed from Zhang Liang's abdominal cavity.

Zhang Liang, clutching his wound, looked down at the blood on his hands in disbelief.

Then he raised his head and looked at Zhang Bao.

Then his body fell backward, lying on the ground, bleeding and twitching.

The hall was suddenly silent.

"Beast..."

Zhang Jiao's mouth was full of blood.

Perhaps before coming today, Zhang Jiao had thought that Zhang Bao would draw his saber against him.

But no one expected that the first to die at Zhang Bao's hands would be Zhang Liang.

It was Zhang Liang, who had always acted as a peacemaker and hoped that his brothers would return to harmony.

Zhang Bao clutched the murder weapon stained with his brother's blood tightly with one hand.

His gaze was fixed on Zhang Jiao, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Big Brother, this is not my fault; it's all your fault."

Zhang Bao, with bloodshot eyes, looked at Zhang Jiao with a smile that was not a smile, looking like a madman: "Since you were clearly about to die, why didn't you die?"

"If you had died, wouldn't there have been no such trouble?"

"Third Brother wouldn't have died either."

"You are the one who caused his death."

"It's not me." Zhang Bao said while holding the saber and walking toward Zhang Jiao.

At this moment, over a hundred Huang Jin Warriors had crowded into the room.

These people were clearly all subordinates Zhang Bao had cultivated for many years, and they clearly knew what would happen today.

There was no panic in the eyes of these Huang Jin Warriors; instead, they were all excited.

The merit of following the dragon has always been unique.

As long as Zhang Bao succeeds in taking the throne today,

then everyone in this hall would be equivalent to having the merit of following the dragon, and they would all be heroes on Zhang Bao's future path to rise.

Zhang Bao grinned and walked toward Zhang Jiao: "Big Brother, don't worry, our family's bloodline will not be cut off!"

"I will lead your legacy to fight into Luoyang City and ascend the throne!"

"History will record that great moment!"

Zhang Bao became more and more insane as he spoke.

And Zhang Jiao, sitting in the main seat, was already pale and bloodless.

Zhang Liang, lying on the ground, had also stopped breathing and died.

At this time, Duan Yu, who had been sitting in his original place without moving, slowly stood up.

Then he gripped the hilt of the saber at his waist with one hand.

"Alright, the speech ends here." Duan Yu said slowly.

Zhang Bao, who was walking toward Zhang Jiao, was stunned.

He turned his head to look at Duan Yu with a surprised expression, and then frowned: "What kind of thing are you?"

"Kill him!"

Zhang Bao gave an order.

The Huang Jin Warriors holding sharp blades who had poured out from behind the screen behind Duan Yu listened to Zhang Bao's order the next second and rushed toward Duan Yu.

Swish!

A cold light flashed.

Duan Yu drew his saber and swung it toward his back without looking back.

The Huang Jin Warriors instinctively raised the round shields in their hands to defend.

However, the next second.

The round shields in the hands of those Huang Jin Warriors attacking Duan Yu shattered instantly.

Blood sprayed.

Five or six Huang Jin Warriors were cut in two by a single saber strike and fell directly to the ground.

Duan Yu carried his saber and walked toward Zhang Bao without looking back.

Zhang Bao raised his eyebrows, still not realizing the seriousness of the problem.

He pointed at Duan Yu and shouted: "Go, all of you go, kill him." ===== CHAPTER 817 =====