'I can't accept this!'
'Father, Mother, Yaoyao, Tianshuang...'
'I can't accept dying like this! I still have to get stronger! I have to reach the peak of the Martial Dao. I can't accept this... I can't accept this!'
Hong Yu roared in fury.
The vicious sneer on Qi Tianbao's face was starkly clear, his features practically bunched together in unbridled arrogance. "Tsk, tsk. So what if you surpassed Zheng Tian and Blood the First? So what if you're recognized as the strongest genius of the new generation in the Qin Kingdom? In the end, didn't you still fall into my hands?"
Amidst his sinister, cold laughter, the halberd's aura pulsed with formidable Elemental Power fluctuations.
"SWOOSH!"
The sharp, gleaming blade whistled through the air.
The threat of death was imminent. He watched the sharp Halberd Aura, like the Death God Scythe itself, about to sever his head.
Hong Yu's consciousness was fading. He no longer had the strength to even lift a finger...
"Die!"
