Zhang Tianlei raised his hand and threw Nalan Jing to the ground.
This time, Nalan Jing finally lost all his strength. He looked down and coughed lightly, coughing out the blood inside his throat.
The sword in Zhang Tianlei's hand was pointed at Nalan Jing, his face expressionless. "Since you are begging for death, I shall fulfill your wish!"
His long sword permitted a cold aura, and it pierced through Nalan Jing's chest fiercely. Blood seeped out and stained his robe red.
His breathing gradually weakened, and his vision became more and more blurry.
He felt so exhausted... He wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while.
***
"Master!"
Just at the moment when Zhang Tianlei was about to make another move, a hurried voice suddenly came.
He turned and saw an old housekeeper from the chief manor approaching him anxiously.
"Master, I found this 'wanted' notice in the city."
'A 'wanted' notice?'
