"No need, Sir."
Xing Ming stooped, bending and handing the key of the Primordial Spirit Lock. He clasped his hand and spoke to Shi Yan sincerely. "I didn't know that this lady is your woman. Please show mercy. My cousin was wrong this time. We will give you a proper explanation."
He looked at Xing Shang, pondered, and then talked, "Chop off one hand."
Xing Shang paled, his mouth twitching. He wanted to cry but he couldn't.
Xing Ming's eyes were so cold and sinister as he at him. Xing Shang shivered and gritted his teeth. He then took out a sharp knife and chopped off his left arm. The pain from the cut made him crouch.
"Sir, is it okay now?" Xing Ming looked at Shi Yan.
All of them looked at Shi Yan.
Ban Yu, Hao Feng, and Xing Ying discolored. Seeing Xing Shang cut his arm, they felt like it was a sharp saber cutting their bodies. They could even feel the pain and their minds were so tense.
