"..."
Lord Lin's purple-glowing eyes instantly turned cold.
"Your answer is very similar to a swordsman's from a few days ago."
"Only..."
"He had all his bones crushed by me, and then..."
Lord Lin rhythmically turned his claws, then made a motion of putting something into his mouth.
"Eaten."
Nie Zhao gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with fury.
Tianhai... Lord Lin slowly raised his claw and extended it towards him: "Perhaps you will end up like him."
"I'll ask you one more time..."
"Impossible."
He spoke before Lord Lin could finish his question.
Facing life and death, people often let go of many things.
He realized that in his short life, there was only one thing he absolutely could not let go of.
That was the spirit of a Swordsman.
Even that bastard Duan Tianhai didn't utter a sound. Could I, Nie Zhao, be worse than him?!
In that instant, a sharp aura burst forth from his chest, and a faint clear Qi actually flowed within the ordinary iron sword in his hand!
"Hmm?"
