All he wants to know right now is Qin Yang's identity.

A martial artist who is so young yet so powerful could never remain unknown.

"Who I am is not for you to know!"

Qin Yang said coldly.

He walked up to Wang Wei and looked down at him.

"Now, do you have any last words?"

"No...don't kill me...please, don't kill me..."

Wang Wei completely broke down. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

He didn't want to die; he wanted to live.

"I...I know I was wrong...I shouldn't have provoked you...I deserve to die...I deserve to die a thousand deaths..."

"Please, please spare me... I promise, the Qiankun Sect will never be your enemy again..."

"As long as you let me go, I'll agree to anything you ask... I can be your slave, I can give you all the treasures of the Qiankun Sect..."

Wang Wei spoke incoherently; he had completely lost his mind.

All he wants now is to survive.

Qin Yang looked at him quietly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

What he hates most is people who bully the weak and fear the strong.

Just a moment ago they were arrogant and domineering, but now they're begging for mercy like a dog.

"It's too late."

Qin Yang coldly uttered two words.

He raised his foot and stepped on Wang Wei's head.

"No……"

Wang Wei let out a final, desperate scream.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, Qin Yang broke Wang Wei's neck.

His head rolled to one side like a rotten watermelon.

Blood stained the ground red.

The surroundings were deathly silent.