Similar pleas for mercy, Song Changming had heard countless times from these demons.
But Song Changming had never shown mercy; he had always eradicated the problem at its Root, and this time was no exception.
Before the banshee could say more, he raised his hand and brought the knife down, ending it in one strike.
Her demon blood was quite good, at least of much higher quality than that of the insect demon just now.
"Well done, General! Well done!"
"Thanks to the General's intervention, we narrowly escaped disaster!"
"Thank you, General!"
"The General's might is unparalleled!"
"..."
With two such powerful members of the Demon Race slain on the spot by Song Changming, everyone in the square, whether Martial Artist or civilian, shouted praises for Song Changming, full of gratitude.
"Changming?" Nan Wuji looked at Song Changming, somewhat uncertain, and spoke again.
