"Immortal, have mercy, my lord! I was forced into banditry out of desperation. I have an eighty-year-old mother above and below... uh..."
The sword light flashed, and a head fell to the ground.
Seeing that begging for mercy didn't work, countless minions began to flee in all directions. Even knowing they couldn't escape, they still wanted to give it a try.
One can't just stay put and wait for death, right?
"A Foundation Establishment Cultivator!?"
Black Dragon looked utterly hopeless while fighting Zhao Shiyong. In the face of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, he didn't stand a chance of escaping.
No matter how fast you run on two legs, can you outrun someone's flying sword?
"It's over!"
Although he had long guessed such a day would come, Black Dragon was still unwilling to accept it when this day actually arrived.
Even ants strive to live, let alone humans.
