Gu Sheng was filled with bitterness. His legs had been broken, and excruciating pain emanated from the fractures. Kneeling was going to be slow for him.
He glanced at the Kunpeng Taoist, who wore a sinister smile, as if victory was within grasp. Then he looked at Gongsun Yue, and seeing her in such agony, Gu Sheng's murderous intent soared to its peak.
He thought, the Kunpeng Taoist wants to take this chance to kill me, but I also want to kill him. However, with Gongsun Yue as a hostage, it was far from easy to ensure her safety while killing him. The difficulty was immensely high.
But he understood that some sacrifices were necessary to seize the opportunity. That's why having his legs broken and preparing to kneel before the Kunpeng Taoist were all preludes for action.
The Kunpeng Taoist tightly gripped Gongsun Yue's neck, starting to count down, "Eight! Seven! Six!"
With each number he called, his fingers tightened more around Gongsun Yue's neck.
