"Victory without honor."
Previously, Xiong Ying had been attacked in the waist by the white-robed scholar, the blade wound reaching deep into his organs. If Wang Anfeng had targeted that area, Xiong Ying would have undoubtedly died instantly, yet Wang Anfeng seemed to blatantly ignore the concealed injury and continued his fierce onslaught.
"Victory without honor..."
Xiong Ying murmured lowly, then his eyes widened, and he burst into laughter, exclaiming:
"Victory without honor, victory without honor?!"
"What a true man!"
"Xiong Ying today, knows he is bound to die."
"Yet even in death, I refuse to die by those despicable scoundrels. My proud head, only you may take it!"
As the laughter ended, the grip on Wang Anfeng's sword scabbard suddenly intensified.
