Translator: Pika

  Po Zhongyou grabbed the sword on his neck, hoping to push it away. However, it was futile. The damage was already done, and it had sapped him of whatever strength he had. His hands simply slumped feebly on the sword as he struggled to take in his final breath.

  His mind had devolved into chaos. Why is this fellow here? Has he been waiting here all this while to ambush me?

  He finally understood why the young master instructed them to show utmost caution ..