"You cannot kill me. Even if you are wrong, the sect leader should be the one to punish me, not you to use private torture!"
Wenren Xue had never been in such a sorry state. Even Xie Xingzhi had cowardly hidden away and refused to help her. She was completely flustered and only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible!
She doesn't want to stay here! She wants to get out!
Once she's outside, her master can protect her!
Just when Elder Ye was in a dilemma, Fu Hongming expressed his opinion: "We can spare her life."
Elder Ye hadn't even had a chance to breathe a sigh of relief yet.
Fu Hongming asked again, "Which hand did you use to try and hurt my junior sister?"
"Oh, I remember now. It's the right hand."
He spoke casually, but his actions were extremely ruthless. With a single slash of his broadsword, Wenren Xue's entire right hand was severed! Blood splattered everywhere!
"Aaaaaahh ...
Her screams did not elicit any pity from Fu Hongming. The man sheathed his sword and said coldly, "Since we are even now, there is no need for the sect leader to trouble himself to intervene."
Everyone: "..."
Is this something that requires a lot of effort to do in person?
That's too ruthless... So this senior disciple of the Sword Guardian Mountain, who usually looks kind and easy to bully, is actually so terrifying at heart?
Even Long Aotian would feel relieved watching this!
As it turns out, sometimes even the senior brother is ashamed of himself when he tries to show off.
"Fourth, Fourth Senior Brother..."
Tianning had barely regained consciousness. Due to her depleted spiritual energy, she used her last bit of strength to undo the seal on her mustard seed pouch and weakly said, "You...you open my mustard seed pouch...the 888th of the 666th mustard seed pouch within the 367th mustard seed pouch...feed me the pills inside..."
Long Aotian: "???"
Has Junior Sister gone mad? What nonsense is she spouting?
He didn't dare delay and immediately went to Tianning's mustard seed bag to look for it, and then... he was dumbfounded...
Depend on!
Does a bag of mustard seeds really exist inside another bag? No, no, no, does someone as wealthy as my junior sister really exist in this world?
Long Aotian felt that his bad stomach was perfect for eating his junior sister's soft rice!
He resisted the urge to take another look at those nice things, knowing that they wouldn't be his anyway, and would only make him more aware of the gap between the rich and the poor.
Long Aotian gently put Tianning down and fed her the pill. The pill melted instantly in her mouth, and Tianning felt her spiritual energy gradually recovering.
With that, everyone was safe and sound, and their nerves relaxed.
However, a spatial rift appeared again, and the familiar demonic sword with its strange patterns suddenly slashed a bloody gash in Tian Ning's arm when everyone was off guard!
"What?! It..."
No one is controlling the demon sword at all!
Could it be that some demonic cultivator survived? But it wasn't what they thought...
Blood dripped onto the demonic sword, and a radiant light appeared, a result of their union.
Even with Tianning's good temper, he couldn't help but swear on the spot: "Damn it!"
Tianning's arm wound was quite large and had bled a lot. Normally, even if she bled a little, she would quickly take a top-grade healing pill beforehand. Now that there was so much blood, the consequences would be unimaginable if something smelled it!
The Demon Sword, however, seemed extremely pleased, twisting its blade and waving it in front of Tian Ning in a fawning manner.
Everyone: "???"
Is this really a demon sword?
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