"No, no!"
It took Zou Qingyue a long moment to come to her senses. Watching Yang Hu approach, she was terrified to her core and screamed frantically, "I've already admitted I was wrong! Isn't there any room for negotiation?!"
I've already shown my willingness to submit, so why can't we just sit down and talk?
"If admitting you were wrong was useful, wouldn't the world be in chaos?" Yang Hu asked seriously, standing before her with his blood-drenched saber.
Scared out of her wits, Zou Qingyue staggered backward, her face a picture of despair as she desperately shook her head. "No, don't kill me, please don't!"
SHLICK...
The icy glint of the blade flashed past, drawing a spray of blood.
Zou Qingyue seemed to grasp for something, but what could she possibly hold onto? Her eyes, gradually losing focus, were filled with terror and bitter resentment. After stumbling a few steps, she collapsed to the ground.
