Fang Xing stared blankly as Qing You fell gently to the ground.
The demonic sword in his hand emitted a terrifying dark glow, brimming with sinister demonic qi. It felt as if something was blocking his heart, or perhaps a fire was burning there. His teeth clenched tightly, and the lines on his face were taut, like they were carved from cold rock. It seemed a long time passed as he remained in a state of numb and rigid emotion, his eyes vacant, appearing faintly tinted with blood. Although dazed, a menacing killing intent seemed to surge forth.
In a chaotic world, human lives aren't worth much—how could they just die?
Though he disliked her, he never intended for her to truly die...
"I don't want to die, Lord Fang Xing, save me..."
"Spare me, spare me..."
"We are both of the Human Race, I beg you to show mercy..."
