A faint smile faded from Duan Rong's face, replaced by a cold, indifferent expression.
No matter what, Yang Zhen must die, because only a dead man can keep a secret!
However, Duan Rong couldn't face Yang Zhen's eyes; what he feared most was the look in a person's eyes at the moment of death.
And Yang Zhen's dying eyes, he simply couldn't face!
Duan Rong walked over, picked up Yang Zhen's Barrier Saber, and pointed it at Yang Zhen's chest, the position of the heart. If he just pushed gently, Yang Zhen would never wake up again.
Duan Rong's hand trembled slightly, moving forward a bit.
The tip of the knife had already pierced Yang Zhen's body, and Duan Rong could feel the sensation of penetration while gripping the hilt!
But at this moment, Duan Rong's heart spasmed with pain!
He wasn't sure if he himself was in pain, or if it was his original self hurting!
Duan Rong's hand froze there. Just one more inch, maybe even just half an inch, and Yang Zhen would be dead!
