Ye Yiyun gritted his teeth as he looked at Hao Jian.
Thinking to himself, damn it, you're just a person who's about to die, and still pretending in front of me, watch me finish you off.
With that thought, he once again lifted his sword towards Hao Jian, but this time Hao Jian did not dodge, he simply let it happen. And so, when the tip of the sword was about to pierce Hao Jian, he suddenly changed his mind, placing the sword on Hao Jian's neck, the blade facing him, giving off an impression that if he moved, he'd be ended.
Hao Jian showed no reaction, allowing Ye Yiyun to proceed.
At this moment, Ye Yiyun looked at Hao Jian, and arrogantly said, "What's the matter, scared? But your Master Yun is always kind-hearted, and this time I can generously spare your life. You just need to kneel down and lick my shoes clean, then bark like a dog several times, and if you beg your Master Yun for mercy, I might spare you!"
