Yang Fei nodded, "I believe you."
As he spoke, he aimed the barrel at Yang Xiao.
"You are of no value to me anymore. To spare you the pain, I'll send you off now."
Yang Xiao's skin touched the scorching metal barrel, the fear of death left his soul shattered.
"No, please don't kill me, I'll do whatever you want."
Yang Fei's gaze was ice-cold, "Sorry."
His apology made Yang Xiao's heart turn to ash instantly, and in desperation, he yelled out.
"I can be your sharpest blade, whatever you want me to do, I'll do..."
"Bang!"
Yang Fei pulled the trigger, the bullet blew Yang Xiao's head apart, red blood and milky yellow brain matter splattered.
From the beginning, Yang Fei never intended to spare Yang Xiao.
He hesitated to shoot only to extract information from Yang Xiao, but this guy's final plea disappointed Yang Fei.
A master in the True Martial Realm, Yang Xiao's vitality was extremely resilient, his head exploded yet he wasn't dead.
