Blood flowed like a torrent.
Crimson patches covered the earth!
"Ah!"
Hao Meng screamed miserably, his face pale and defeated, staggering backward, in great panic:
"Don't kill me! If you kill me, Marquis Wenn won't spare you."
"As if sparing you would mean Marquis Wenn wouldn't try to kill me anyway."
Ding Ling sneered coldly, swinging the Shuoyue Sword forward in his hand.
Sunset Swordsmanship!
The Setting Sun Diagram flickered across the void.
It traced along Hao Meng's neck.
Thud!
A large head was severed, fell with a thump to the ground, rolled a bit, and stopped by Ding Ling's feet, staring straight at Ding Ling with wide eyes, seemingly unwilling even in death.
Fear, annoyance, regret, reluctance still lingered on the face!
Ding Ling glanced and then leapt off the city wall.
"Ding Ling!"
Zhao Yun was calling him.
Ding Ling followed the sound.
It turned out Zhao Yun had seized the opportunity to open the city gate:
