Zhang Chen sneered at Zhang Ga, then looked at the ferocious face of Zhang Shenqi: "Look at this. If he is allowed to live, he will inevitably harbor hatred and refuse to let things go easily in the future, and will use all means to ruin my great plans. I won't do anything as merciful as a woman."
Zhang Chen waved impatiently: "Behead him!"
At this moment, a loyal follower of Zhang Shenqi drew the long sword from his waist and, without a word, slashed towards Zhang Shenqi's head. Accompanied by Zhang Shenqi's unwilling scream, a head the size of a bucket soared into the sky, blood spraying three feet high.
"Please Patriarch, ascend to a higher position and lead our Zhang Family to prosperity!" After beheading Zhang Shenqi, the disciple turned to Zhang Chen and spoke.
