Su Chenxi dropped to her knees with astonishing speed.
After the Myriad Ghosts Rope wrapped around her, both her arms were sent flying, and a massive sword struck her chest, leaving her drenched in blood.
The Myriad Ghosts Rope pierced into her internal organs, binding her into a twisted mass as she curled up like a ball of flesh and blood.
After completely suppressing her, Li Tianming stood before her and looked down at her miserable face with disgust. "Why don't you take a look in the mirror? Look at the state you're in. Even if you were some chaste and virtuous maiden, do you think I'd be interested in you?"
Su Chenxi's pitiful cry was moving as she pleaded, "That's nothing. Give me some Origin Spirit Springs, and I can recover perfectly. Lin Feng, don't worry. Since I've lost, I won't play any more tricks. I can give anything now—I only beg to live."
"You're that afraid of death?"
Li Tianming looked at her coldly, his expression unchanged by her act of weakness.
"Yes, yes, I don't want to die. Please." Tears filled Su Chenxi's face. Her features remained intact, and she truly possessed a transcendent beauty.
"You said just now that without you, even if I have the keys, I won't be able to obtain any treasures?" Li Tianming did not mention taking her for himself. The three swords around him still circled, ready to take her life at any moment.
"Yes, it's true!"
Su Chenxi seemed to see hope for survival. For a moment, she looked incomparably sincere, still gazing weakly at Li Tianming in a manner that stirred pity.
"Why?" Li Tianming asked.
With tears blurring her eyes, Su Chenxi bit her lip. "If I tell you, can you promise to spare me?"
"You're quite ridiculous.