"This Mr. Qin's strength far exceeds my imagination. I... am no match for him at all."
"If we continue fighting, I... I'm afraid I'll lose my life here."
At this point, the old man from Yunshan sighed again, his face showing deep weariness.
He slowly turned around and walked towards Qin Yang.
With each step he took, his body seemed to grow heavier.
His back view looked so desolate and lonely.
When he reached Qin Yang, the old man from Yunshan stopped in his tracks.
He looked at Qin Yang, his eyes no longer filled with hatred and killing intent, but with awe and... a trace of fear.
He slowly bent down and bowed deeply to Qin Yang.
“Mr. Qin, I was blind and offended you. Please… be magnanimous and spare my life.”
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with humility and pleading.
This scene left Mingde and his son Minghui in utter despair.
Their last glimmer of hope was utterly extinguished.
They stood there blankly, staring at the old man's back, their minds completely blank, utterly at a loss for what to do.
Qin Yang looked at the old man of Yunshan with a calm and unwavering gaze.
He said calmly, "I told you, I'm giving you a chance: get out, or die."
Upon hearing this, the old man from Yunshan felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly bowed again and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qin, for sparing my life! I... I'll leave now!"
After saying that, he walked away into the distance without looking back, his steps unsteady, as if he might fall at any moment.
"Elder Yun! Elder Yun! You can't leave! Please save us!"
Mingde and his son Minghui finally realized what was happening, and they frantically chased after the old man Yunshan, crying and shouting as they went.
However, the old man from Yunshan ignored them completely. He quickened his pace and soon disappeared from their sight.
Mingde and his son Minghui chased after them for a while before finally stopping.
They stood there, looking in the direction where the old man from Yunshan had disappeared, their faces filled with despair and fear.
Their bodies began to tremble violently, as if being sieved.
They knew that the old man of Yunshan was gone and would never return.
And they have completely lost their last support.
Now, their fate is entirely in Qin Yang's hands.
Thinking of this, Mingde and his son Minghui turned around and looked at Qin Yang at the same time.
Their eyes no longer held the arrogance and conceit of before, but were filled with fear and pleading.
"thump--"
Mingde was the first to kneel down. He kowtowed to Qin Yang and cried out, "Mr. Qin! Grandpa Qin! I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
"Please! Please spare me! I... I'll never do it again!"
"I...I'm begging you! I'll do anything for you! Just spare my life, and I'll do anything!"
Minghui also knelt down, crying even more miserably than Mingde, his face covered in snot and tears.
"Mr. Qin! Grandpa Qin! I...I was confused for a moment! I...I was bewitched by my father!"
"Please! Please let me go! I... I'm still young, I don't want to die!"
"I...I kowtow to you! I...I will never dare to oppose you again! I...I give you all the property of the Ming family! I only beg you to spare my life!"
The two of them cried more miserably than the other, and kowtowed more loudly than the other.
Their foreheads were quickly broken, and blood flowed all over the ground.
However, they dared not stop at all, and instead knelt even harder.
Because they knew this was their only chance to survive.
If Qin Yang doesn't forgive them, they will surely die today!
Qin Yang looked at them with cold eyes, devoid of any pity.
He spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ice from the deepest hell, making Mingde and his son Minghui tremble.
"Now you know to beg for mercy? Too late!"
"Weren't you all very arrogant before? Didn't you want to kill me? Didn't you want to make me wish I were dead?"
"How did you become such a coward now?"
Qin Yang's voice grew colder and colder, each word like a sharp knife piercing the hearts of Mingde and his son Minghui.
"I...I..."
Mingde and his son Minghui wanted to explain, but they found that they couldn't say a word.
Their throats felt as if they were being choked by an invisible hand, making it impossible for them to breathe or make a sound.
Qin Yang looked at them, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
"Bang!"
A loud bang, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, echoed in the empty room.
Before Mingde and his son Minghui could even utter a scream, they were instantly reduced to two clouds of blood mist and vanished into the air.
A crimson mist of blood spread out, carrying a strong stench of blood, instantly staining the ground red, a shocking sight.
The two people who were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing desperately, are now gone, leaving only bloodstains to prove that they once existed.
Qin Yang watched all this expressionlessly, his eyes devoid of any emotion, as if he had merely crushed two insignificant ants.
He felt neither pity nor pleasure.
To him, Mingde and his son Minghui were nothing more than two clowns who were courting death.
Since they've brought this upon themselves, Qin Yang will naturally show no mercy.
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