In a chaotic and famine-stricken era, I picked up an empress to be my wife.

Shen An was furious.

"Don't blame your family? Li Huaiyi, how dare you say such a thing? You killed my parents, you killed so many people, why didn't you think about not blaming your family?"

"Some things, I just gave the order, and I don't know what my subordinates actually did," Li Huaiyi said, frowning.

"So, in your eyes, our most cherished parents are no different from ants!" Shen An's voice turned completely cold.

Li Huaiyi then realized that what he had said was practically suicidal.

He quickly denied it: "That's not what I meant!"

"Since you treat my family like ants, then your family is also an ant!" Shen An winked at Liu Wenyuan.

Liu Wenyuan finally showed what it meant to kill one person in three steps!

Six steps later.

Li Huaiyi's wife and children were killed by Liu Wenyuan.

"Aaaaaah, I'm going to kill you!" Li Huaiyi completely lost it. He didn't care about anything else and rushed over to kill Liu Wenyuan.

Liu Wenyuan once again executed a three-step kill.

Even though Li Huaiyi was very strong, Liu Wenyuan had practiced countless times to master the skill of killing one person in three steps.

His target had always been Li Huaiyi!

After killing one person in three steps!

Although he failed to cut off Li Huaiyi's head, the knife pierced his chest!

It's not that he's incapable, it's that he knows.

Shen An, Shen Xiaoqi and Li Huaiyi have a deep-seated hatred for each other.

He wanted to leave the opportunity to kill Li Huaiyi to Shen An.

After Li Huaiyi's chest was pierced through, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Liu Wenyuan quickly stepped back: "My lord, you and Xiao Qi should kill Li Huaiyi!"

"Well done!"

Shen An was very satisfied with this. He tossed a knife to Shen Xiaoqi: "Xiaoqi, let's, brothers, send Lord Li on his way!"

Shen Xiaoqi has always been carefree and easygoing, always smiling no matter the situation.

But now, as he killed the enemy who murdered his parents, he trembled all over.

"Damn you, I'm going to kill you!"

That trembling wasn't from fear, but from excitement!

He rushed forward frantically, jumped onto Li Huaiyi, and began stabbing him wildly.

Li Huaiyi tried to break free, but Shen An stepped on his head and held him down.

Li Huaiyi was amazed by Shen An's strength. How could someone so thin and weak have such great strength?

Shen Xiaoqi finally stopped after making more than a dozen cuts.

That Li Huaiyi is no ordinary person; he's still alive.

"Shen An, give me a quick death. I accept defeat. But before I die, can you promise me that this book must be published so that people can see my masterpiece? If you're willing, I can tell you all the treasures I've hidden away over the years!" Li Huaiyi asked.

"You're so confident in your book, I'd like to see it!"

Shen An released Li Huaiyi and picked up his book to read.

After reading it, Shen An burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think my writing is bad?" Li Huaiyi's expression suddenly became tense.

He loved writing books, and at first, it was the praise he received that gave him a sense of vanity.

It has been out of control ever since.

Everyone praised his literary talent, and he was extremely confident in front of others.

But now, for some reason, he felt strange when facing Shen Anshi.

He had lost his former confidence.

"Yeah, your writing is really bad, these are just rubbish articles!"

"You did it on purpose! You said it on purpose!" Li Huaiyi refused to believe it.

"You really overestimate yourself. How about this, I'll read a passage from one of my novels to you in front of everyone, so you can hear the difference and understand that your writing is utter rubbish!" As Shen An spoke, he read aloud the opening of the novel "Dream of the Red Chamber" that he had read in the past.

After hearing this, Li Huaiyi felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He has always been proud of his literary talent, thinking that other people's poetry is utter rubbish, while his novels are unique.

He was skilled in both literature and martial arts.

As a result, his painstakingly crafted novel paled in comparison to the novel Shen An casually mentioned.

It could even be said that the two are worlds apart.

This made Li Huaiyi's face turn ashen, as if everything he had pursued in his life had been in vain.

At that moment, he had no desire to live at all.

"Shen An, hurry up, just give me a quick death! Hurry up!"