Clang!
The sword blade landed on Yang Ding's neck.
Ding Ling did not slash further down.
Yang Ding waited for a moment, seeing that he wasn't dead, he couldn't help but widen his eyes at Ding Ling:
"Kill me if you want, the decision is yours!"
"I can let you live."
Ding Ling said.
Yang Ding's eyebrows twitched, he glanced at his broken right arm, and let out a bitter laugh:
"What meaning is there in living like this?"
"Your left hand is still intact."
"What do you want from me?"
Yang Ding, knowing there's no free lunch in this world, asked straightforwardly.
Ding Ling's long spear trembled again, and faintly a wolf's howl could be heard, boom!
The long spear pierced straight through a Sword Shield Soldier's shield, stabbing through his chest!
"This, this, this..."
