Looking at the Saint expert who was kneeling and begging for mercy, Jiang Chen slightly furrowed his brow.
Destroying another's Dao heart, this was not his intention, but...
Jiang Chen lightly shook his head; such a mental state might not be a bad thing for him.
With fear in his heart, he wouldn't provoke trouble, and perhaps he would live longer than others of the same realm.
Glancing at the pleading Saint, Jiang Chen no longer cared about him and once again closed his eyes, lying back on the great net made of water droplets.
"Thanks to Brother Jiang for sparing my life!"
Seeing Jiang Chen not take action, the Saint quickly stood up, cupped his fists, and expressed his gratitude.
After glancing around, he also realized what his actions represented and, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes, his figure flashed as he flew straight towards the mountain gate.
