"Sir!" No one expected such a result; seeing Wu Ziyue seriously injured and fallen, all the Black-armored Guards were aghast and wanted to step forward, but upon seeing Mu Hanyan directly point the Cold Sky Sword at Wu Ziyue's heart meridian, they suddenly stopped.
"You, what do you want?" With Mu Hanyan's sword pointed at his heart meridian, Wu Ziyue lost all his previous arrogance and was trembling with fear.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. However, I need you to accompany me to the Capital." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and said.
Disgusted by such scum, Mu Hanyan actually wished she could kill him immediately, but she knew that doing so would make it impossible to conclude today's events.
No matter how despicable Wu Ziyue was, he was the only son of the Shoulder-to-shoulder King and the City Lord of Dingbian City. Killing him would incite not only the Black-armored Guards but even the Old City Lord who favored her would have to fight her to the death.
