Zuo Yuhu cowered as he knelt mid-air, not because he didn't want to run away, but because just a casual pinch from Xue An had sealed his cultivation level.
After all, he was merely a peak Heavenly Being!
In front of Xue An, his level of cultivation couldn't even count as an ant.
Had it not been for the power of the Immortal Palace over these years, he would have been killed countless times.
He had always thought that he would forever stand high above, just like the vast Immortal Palace.
Yet, he never imagined that today he would encounter such a peerless Divine Slaughter.
Zhu Ruyan stared at Zuo Yuhu with eyes reddened, teeth clenched, and said, "You scoundrel, when you killed my whole family back then, did you ever think this day would come?"
Then she drew out the short sword she carried and walked forward.
Zuo Yuhu's face was ashen, his body trembling; he knew begging for mercy was futile, but the fear of death still made him cry out involuntarily.
"Spare me!"
Thud!
