Yan Yun did not hesitate in the slightest when he saw that the person before him was Xiao Yan.
His legs went weak, and with a "thud," he immediately dropped to his knees in midair.
Then he began frantically kowtowing to Xiao Yan:
"Master Xiao, spare my life!"
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
His forehead struck the empty air heavily, somehow producing dull yet urgent sounds.
The sounds resembled the pounding of his terrified heart.
At that moment, his face was filled with panic and pleading.
His features were twisted by overwhelming fear:
"I was misled by Han Feng! I never held any ill will toward you or Jia Nan Academy!"
Yan Yun's voice trembled violently, like leaves shivering in the cold wind.
His eyes were full of terror.
In his panic, his mind raced furiously.
He even brought up his background, hoping to seize this final lifeline.
To gain himself a sliver of survival:
"I am willing to offer all my wealth to compensate you and Jia Nan Academy for your losses!"
As he spoke, he hurriedly pulled out all sorts of treasures from his Storage Ring.
His trembling hands held them high above his head:
"I am from Demonic Flame Valley. Please, for Demonic Flame Valley's sake, spare my life!"
There was a trace of hope in Yan Yun's voice.
He prayed that Demonic Flame Valley's name would grant him a chance at survival.
His body shook as he waited for Xiao Yan's response.
However, Xiao Yan merely looked at him coldly.
His eyes were like an icy pool, utterly without ripples:
"A person must pay the price for what he has done."
Xiao Yan's voice drifted over, calm but cold:
"What standing does a mere Demonic Flame Valley have before me?"
Before his words had even faded, the Heavy