The young man in the stone prison suddenly raised his head amidst his impending death, lying there as if dead after Xi Tianji had personally and indifferently run him through, until now, the first time he heard news of his father.
Xi Tianji's brows lowered slightly, and he slowly swept his sword across, "I have never... wronged Kongtong."
He slightly shifted his gaze towards the cliff wall where the transparent blade was nailed like a spike; Jiang Yitong was impaled through the chest and pinned against the wall, the mighty predecessor swordsman's hands trembled as he grasped the blade, seeing that there was no longer any chance of survival.
In the face of such power, the young man indeed had the right to advance step by step in such a high-and-mighty manner, capable of taking his life at any moment, and his glance seemed merely a farewell before death.
But in that instant.
The moment Xi Tianji shifted his gaze back to Pei Ye, a sudden, chilling intent to kill erupted.
