"Kill!" At this moment, his guilty face had completely disappeared, replaced by a fierce face ready for battle. His vital energy and blood gradually grew vigorous and bright. "Senior brother, I just want to become stronger, senior brother, I just want to become stronger, that's all."
Xing Ming looked at Yun Fengyi and then spoke. As he spoke, it was as if he were a child begging for forgiveness. This feeling was so absurd, as though by now killing had become a normal thing.
"Xing Ming, you have been controlled by the evil sword in your hand. I'm giving you one more chance. Abandon the evil sword in your hand and give it to our master for punishment. Perhaps I can spare your life, otherwise, you will be on a dead-end path." This was Yun Fengyi's last chance for him. Xing Ming was his junior brother, and his impression of Xing Ming had always been very good. He was willing to believe that Xing Ming had merely taken one wrong step to have reached this point.
