Watching everything from the rafters, Li Huowang silently reached out and plucked the two eyeballs from Li Sui's entangling tentacles. This Prince of Benevolence really puts on a show, he thought.
At this moment, the Prince of Benevolence, whose face lacked a healthy complexion, had already applied the makeup of a young male opera singer. He was passionately engaged in a dramatic scene with the leading lady—only they were on a bed, moving and singing simultaneously.
Listening to their rhythmically chanted obscenities, Li Huowang's right hand turned pale from how hard he was gripping his sword hilt. If he could find Li Sui's ears, he would have torn them off.
Li Huowang was ready, poised to strike the moment his opponent was most relaxed.
"Oh, my~~ dearest heart~~ my very own flesh~~"
The instant the singing crescendoed, a murderous glint flashed in Li Huowang's eyes. He kicked off the rafters, sword drawn, and plunged downward.
