Outside the hall, a soft, gentle voice drifted in. "Go ahead and kill him. I won't seek revenge." The voice was elegant and clear. Without a doubt, it belonged to Ye Qingxian.
"No!" Zheng Zheng screamed in terror.
"See? Now I can kill you, can't I?" A playful smile touched the corners of Wu Tian's lips.
"No, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Zheng Zheng shuddered violently, then turned and fled without a moment's hesitation. He ran as fast as he could, not daring to linger for a second.
However, how could he possibly escape?
He ran until he was drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted, but the sound of footsteps followed relentlessly behind him. It was like a demon, clinging to him, never leaving, striking fear deep into his heart.
Finally, in his panic and haste, he stumbled and fell.
When he turned his head, Wu Tian was already upon him. To Zheng Zheng, Wu Tian's handsome face now looked sinister and cold, like that of an Asura.
