Chapter 85 His Highness is Wise!_4

The strength of the black-clothed man gradually weakened, and the man on the bed was also nearly exhausted.

Yet in this struggle of attack and defense, the former still held the advantage. The hand of the man on the bed, clutching the dagger, began to tremble slightly, and a trail of fresh blood slowly seeped from between his fingers.

It seemed his throat had already felt the chill of the dagger.

At this moment, he could no longer care about anything else; preserving his life was most important, even if it meant exposing his secret. But after killing this man, there would still be a chance to cover up and mend things.

With this thought, the next moment, another force surged within him.

The black-clothed man, already nearly exhausted, was caught off guard and repelled by a tremendous force; simultaneously, he felt an icy sensation in his hand.

He looked down and saw that his hand holding the dagger was now covered with a layer of frost.