"Can't even withstand a single blow!" Meng Zheng said coldly. If LAN Xinyu was here, she would probably be envious of him again. LAN Xinyu would definitely scream out in excitement. How cool and eye-catching would this be?
"Don't ... Don't kill me. I beg you, please don't kill me!" Yuwen Sicheng didn't want to beg for mercy. He remembered that Ling Chuxi had said before that if she didn't take his life, Meng Zheng wouldn't kill him even if he didn't beg for mercy. However, when Meng Zheng's long knife descended inch by inch and finally stopped at his throat, gently cutting his skin, he couldn't help but beg for mercy.
Meng Zheng looked at him contemptuously, put away his long blade, and looked at the three Ling clan disciples outside.
Fresh blood continued to drip down the tip of the sword. It was clear that Yuwen Sicheng's suicidal attack had also injured Meng Zheng. However, his body still exuded a chilling aura that seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld.
