Yang Jing looked down at Li Hongyu, who lay barely breathing on the ground, and asked coldly, "Where are the Flying Horse Bandits' valuables hidden? Tell me, and I might consider sparing your life."
Li Hongyu struggled for breath, his chest rising and falling like a broken bellows. Every breath came with a groan of pain.
He lifted his unfocused gaze toward Yang Jing, his lips twisting into a bleak smile. "I... in this state, how am I any different from a dead man? Even if you let me go, living would be worse than dying... besides, would you really spare me?"
Seeing that he had no intention of revealing anything, Yang Jing's eyes grew colder.
The man was vicious and ruthless. Leaving him alive would only invite trouble. Yang Jing had never intended to spare him; he merely wanted to see whether he could trick him into revealing the Flying Horse Bandits' valuables, if such a stash even existed.
Since he refused to talk, there was no point wasting any more words.
Yang Jing slowly raised his hand, internal energy gathering in his palm as he prepared to finish him off.
"You certainly were loyal to Li Qianxiong," Yang Jing said flatly, stepping forward. "You rushed to avenge him the moment you broke through to Transforming Strength, only to throw your own life away. If you'd concealed your identity and lain low, finding a hidden Transforming Strength expert like you would have taken some effort."
Li Hongyu had already closed his eyes, looking ready to offer his neck to the executioner. Yet at the name "Li Qianxiong," his eyes snapped open. Flames of venomous hatred flared in his unfocused pupils, and even his fading breath quickened.
"Loyal?" As though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, his