"Cough, cough, cough—"
Bian Chenpei clutched his throat, coughing violently for a while. The moment the Crescent Moon Scimitar had struck his neck, he truly thought he was going to die.
Bian Chenpei wasn't unfamiliar with death. As the son of a Judgement Deputy Envoy, he had witnessed the Judgement Court's methods against those who defied Haotian on the Demon Path from a young age. He had even once strangled a fallen demon practitioner with Telekinesis through the bars of a dungeon.
But when death truly descended upon him, his mind went blank. His noble lineage, extraordinary talent, ambitions, aspirations, and desires—all seemed so pale and powerless.
Bian Chenpei's peripheral vision caught sight of his trousers. The relief on his face from narrowly escaping death twisted into resentment and anger. So close... Damn the Blue Turkic, damn that savage murderous intent.
