Zheng Jun hadn't expected Meng Xian to still land a hit on him in such a state. He felt a sudden ache in his chest but didn't stop his movements. He executed another Slash!
Half of his body was nearly severed. The continuous sound of tearing flesh echoed from Meng Xian as he was reduced to a bloody mess.
Zheng Jun frowned deeply and continued to swing his blade. "An Outer Gang Martial Artist is truly hard to kill!"
"Zheng, Zheng San!" Meng Xian felt as if he were suffering the death of a thousand cuts. He immediately cried out, "Hold your hand! You are a hero of Great Chu, and I serve under the Northern Demon Court. We are both enemies of this Fake Zhou! We are comrades who should unite to rebel against the Great Zhou. Why must we kill each other? Let me go, and the Demon Court will reward you!
"Condensing Gang Powder! Don't you want Condensing Gang Powder to speed up your Refining Gang? Let me go, and I'll bring you ten doses!"
