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"Please just kill me, my lord."
The old man steeled his heart and closed his eyes.
To be killed by this lord might still grant him a chance of reincarnation, but being erased by that bizarre force, the old man felt he would likely be annihilated, both body and spirit.
Between two evils, choose the lesser.
"Since that is the case, then as you wish."
Seeing that interrogation was fruitless, Zhang Jing simply didn't want to continue asking.
In the end, it would all be the same.
Across from him.
The Earth Clone smiled in understanding, a crimson fairy saber quietly appearing in hand, wrapped in Karmic Fire, exuding a torrential aura of slaughter.
These people dying at his hands would at least contribute a bit of Karma Power.
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Time ticked away.
Zhang Jing in a green robe stood quietly in place.
