"You... you clearly promised to spare me!"
"Did I promise?"
Chu Qing was puzzled.
"You... you certainly promised!!"
Han Qiushuang's face twisted in pain:
"I begged for mercy, you... you later asked me questions, didn't that mean... as long as I cooperated, you were willing... willing to spare my life?"
"Then think again, after you said 'Hero spare me', what was my action?"
Chu Qing casually asked.
Han Qiushuang was stunned, thought for a moment, and his face turned pale.
He remembered... after asking that question, Chu Qing's action was... shaking his head.
Fine, fine, relying on high martial arts to bully others, is that it?
Han Qiushuang was enraged, struggled to stand up, wanting to show Chu Qing that he too could be killed but not humiliated.
But before he could stand, Chu Qing had already drawn Injury Concealment.
Though Chu Qing drew his sword, Han Qiushuang felt his soul being taken away.
The following words, he could no longer utter.
