"Pfft!"
Just as he turned around and took two steps, a sharp sword pierced through his heart!
"You... you... untrustworthy scoundrel..."
The leader of the Tribulation Cultivators trembled, clutching his chest, turned around, and said fiercely.
"Go to hell! They, from the 'Shenxiao Dao Sect', said they would spare you!"
"But I, the victim, am not so merciful. Do you think I can let you go?"
Liu Ruyan's phoenix eyes were filled with anger, she laughed coldly, drew her long sword, and with another slash, chopped off the head of the Tribulation Cultivator leader.
"Bang!"
The Tribulation Cultivator leader fell heavily to the ground, his head rolled aside, still showing an expression of relentless grievances.
He had thought about such an outcome before, but when facing life and death, as long as there was a sliver of hope, anyone would hold onto a fluke.
In extreme adversity, people instinctively want to think positively.
