Zhao Wen was finally brought down to his knees. There was a sword stabbed into the space below his navel. His hazy gaze moved between the sword and the man who had used it.
The elder of the Song Family, Song Tu.
"Et tu, elder Song?"
"The fuck you going on about?" Song Tu looked at Zhao Wen like he was some sort of idiot. "Who decided that I was not part of the cult from the start?"
"It was because of your assumption that you lost the situation."
Zhao Wen looked around and saw similar scenes of betrayal and backstabbing happening all around the battlefield.
He watched his son's head flying while still attached to his spine. It looked like a weird animal taking off only to fail.
"Take a good look at this." Song Tu gestured with his hands. "This will be the face of the whole world. But sadly you will only ever be able to see the trailer."
"You…" Zhao Wen wanted to say something, but Song Tu's hand flashed, and his head went flying away.
