"I shouldn't have come to cause you trouble... I shouldn't have listened to that idiot Sun Neng's slander... It's all my fault! Please, have mercy and spare my life!"
In order to survive, he even began to lower himself to the dust.
Looking at Qin Yang's young yet indifferent face, he was filled with regret and fear.
If he had known this would happen, he would never have set foot here! If he had known this would happen, he would never have provoked this scoundrel!
Qin Yang remained silent, but his indifferent gaze seemed to have grown even colder.
Sun Wujun's heart sank, but he dared not give up. He knew that giving up meant certain death!
Suddenly, something occurred to him, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood, and he hurriedly hissed:
You can't kill me! Killing me will do you no good!
"Our Sun family...our Sun family still has a trump card! A terrifying contingency plan left by our ancestors! That's a power you can't even imagine!"
He tried to intimidate Qin Yang by using his family's influence, his tone carrying a barely perceptible hint of bravado masking his underlying weakness.
"If you kill me, the Sun family will never let it go! No matter how strong you are, you will be relentlessly hunted down by the Sun family! There will be no place for you to hide in the entire Eastern Continent!"
He stared intently into Qin Yang's eyes, trying to find a trace of wavering or apprehension.
However, Qin Yang's eyes remained calm as ever, as if his talk of "the Sun family's trump card" and "a relentless pursuit" was nothing more than a child's joke.
Sun Wujun's heart turned completely cold; fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
He knew that threats were useless.
Then, all that's left is the lure of profit!
"Let...let me go back!" he gasped, his voice hoarse with urgency. "If you let me go back, I promise! I swear on my Dao heart! The Sun family will never be your enemy again! Never!"
"Our Sun family can offer you compensation! What do you want? Cultivation techniques? Secret manuals? Rare and precious herbs? Or spirit stones? Whatever our Sun family has, we can give you! We only ask that you... spare my life!"
He lowered his posture to the lowest possible level, his tone was extremely humble, and his eyes were filled with pleading.
He believed that no one could resist such a temptation.
The Sun family's resources are incredibly abundant. As long as Qin Yang nods, he can obtain resources that countless cultivators dream of!
However, Qin Yang finally spoke.
His voice was calm and even, without any inflection, as if he were stating a given fact.
"The Sun family."
He uttered those two words calmly.
Sun Wujun's heart leaped into his throat, and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.
Could it be... that he's fallen for her?
"Don't worry," Qin Yang continued, his tone remaining calm and even.
Sun Wujun held his breath, anxiously awaiting what would happen next.
Qin Yang's gaze remained fixed on his blood-stained and fear-filled face as he slowly spoke:
"They'll be down there to keep you company soon."
boom!
These words struck Sun Wujun's soul like a thunderbolt from the heavens!
The glimmer of hope that had just ignited in his eyes was instantly extinguished, leaving only boundless darkness and despair.
He... he doesn't even respect the entire Sun family?!
Who exactly is he?!
What exactly is he trying to do?!
“You…you…” Sun Wujun’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply with extreme fear. He tried to say something, but found that he couldn’t even utter a complete syllable.
Boundless regret gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
He shouldn't have come! He really shouldn't have come!
Qin Yang did not give him any further chance to speak.
Or rather, he simply didn't bother listening to the nonsense of a dying man.
He slowly raised his right hand and reached towards Sun Wujun's neck.
That hand was clean and slender, with distinct knuckles. It didn't look particularly strong or powerful, but in Sun Wujun's eyes, it was more terrifying than the claws of the most ferocious beast!
"No--!"
Sun Wujun roared silently in his heart, using his last bit of strength to try to turn his head and dodge.
But it was all in vain.
Qin Yang's hand landed precisely and steadily on his neck.
The icy touch penetrated the skin and reached the bone marrow.
Sun Wujun could even sense that the ethereal power at Qin Yang's fingertips was slowly gathering.
The shadow of death has never been so clear, so close.
Then, Qin Yang gently moved his wrist.
"Snap!"
A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound rang out in the silent night sky, sounding particularly jarring.
Sun Wujun's head drooped down at an odd angle.
All the light in his eyes, all the fear, all the resentment and regret, froze completely in that instant, and then quickly went out like a candle flickering in the wind.
All that remained was a deathly gray.
Sun Wujun, a peak Great Saint Realm expert and elder of the Sun family in the Eastern Continent, has fallen!
Qin Yang released his grip, as if he had casually swatted away an insignificant insect.
He glanced at Sun Wujun's head, which remained open in death, his eyes still indifferent and without the slightest ripple.
The night wind blew by, lifting the hem of his black clothes and making a rustling sound.
He turned around, no longer looking at the lifeless corpse embedded in the mountain wall, and strode back in the direction he had come from, just as calmly and composedly as he had come.
Behind him, only a hill half-collapsed and those eyes, which looked particularly empty and desperate in the moonlight, remained.
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