Ding Fan's eyes brimmed with killing intent, even the assassin who was accustomed to life and death couldn't help but feel a chill creep up his back.
The killing aura of a Cultivator was not something this assassin could withstand.
"If I tell you, can you spare me?" the assassin said, his voice quivering.
Ding Fan spoke indifferently, yet his killing intent did not diminish. "You have no bargaining power."
After speaking, Ding Fan held Ye Ningbing in his left arm while casually waving his right hand.
A fierce gust suddenly arose, a Wind Blade chopping directly forward. The assassin hadn't even understood what happened when his right arm was completely severed by Ding Fan.
"Ah..." the assassin screamed miserably, falling to his knees, his whole body shaking violently from the pain.
"I'll say... I'll say everything I know, please don't kill me..." the assassin knelt on the ground, continuously kowtowing.
