Zhu Tianzhi was already scared silly. He did not expect Ling Wushang to swing at him again!
"Save me, spare me..." Zhu Tianzhi's pig-like screams rang out in the night. How could he still be as calm as before? At this moment, his terrified face turned even paler. His twisted face was no longer as handsome as usual.
When everyone thought that Ling Wushang was about to kill him, Ling Wushang's sharp sword stopped right in front of Zhu Tianzhi's face.
The wind stopped and the surroundings quieted down again. Only Zhu Tianzhi's heavy breathing could be heard.
"Zhu Tianzhi." Ling Wushang's deep voice was still magnetic, but it was also cold. "Don't appear in front of me again."
