"Brother Hong, Master Hong, spare us! Spare our lives!"
"Master Hong, we're just grunts who run errands! Please, we beg you, spare our lives..."
The vicious-looking thieves knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
If they had any fight left in them before, it was utterly crushed after they witnessed Hong Yu kill Ghost Six, cripple the powerful Fifth Commander, and display his invincible might. The last of their resolve crumbled mercilessly.
Hong Yu's indifferent gaze swept over the thieves.
He felt not a shred of pity.
Before leaving the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, he had received intelligence on this gang of thieves. They burned, killed, and pillaged, sparing no one—not the old, the weak, the women, or the children. They had even massacred a town of over ten thousand people. It was clear that every one of them had a debt of sin and blood on their hands.
For butchers like these, he had no reason to feel even a flicker of compassion.
