Zhao Xiaowen watched helplessly as Lin Chen was surrounded by the three Ming Emperors, a hint of grief in her eyes.
At this moment, her heart felt as if it was being cut by knives. The combined strength of the three Ming Emperor experts was such that not even the Ming King might withstand them; Lin Chen facing them was akin to a death sentence.
"No, Ming King, don't let them kill him. I am willing to marry you," Zhao Xiaowen pleaded desperately.
However, a fierce gleam flashed in the eyes of the Ming King, a thick, cold smile appearing on his face.
"It's too late for me to let him go. Today, he must die here."
Facing the three powerful Ming Emperor fighters, regardless of how strong Lin Chen was, his death seemed inevitable.
The Ming King glanced at the tear-filled face of Zhao Xiaowen, a lascivious glint flashing in his eyes.
Once Lin Chen was dead, he would not care whether Zhao Xiaowen agreed or not; he intended to suppress her beneath him to satiate his hatred.
