Daoist Nie Xuan lay on the ground, struggling and howling in agony. He looked utterly miserable.
Many silver needles had been shot into him, piercing acupoints throughout his body.
This technique was exceedingly vicious and underhanded, far more ruthless than anything he had mastered.
The pain tore at his heart and lungs. Gradually, he could no longer even cry out.
His face was twisted in agony, the veins on his neck bulging. He looked like a boiled shrimp.
Liu Cangsheng frowned slightly. Seeing his bedraggled state, and recalling that they had been friends for many years, he unexpectedly felt a trace of pity.
He said to Chen Wang, "Thank you, Senior, for stepping in to help. But he was merely muddleheaded for a moment and strayed onto the wrong path. I ask that you show mercy, Senior."
Chen Wang was instantly somewhat astonished. "What did you say?"
The strength Chen Wang had displayed earlier was terrifying. He had already intimidated the leaders of the Righteous Path sects on Cuiwei Continent, leaving them too afraid to act rashly.
Everyone could sense an incomparably terrifying pressure. Yet when facing Chen Wang, Liu Cangsheng still held his chest straight, standing like a javelin.
Liu Cangsheng said, "Senior was the one who saved me, yet I am asking Senior to spare the man who tried to kill me. I should not be doing this, but I hope Senior will spare him for the sake of his having just repelled the Devil Race."
Chen Wang was somewhat surprised. Keeping a stern face, he said flatly, "He wanted to kill me, so I wanted to kill him. It's that simple. It has nothing to do with you. Keep babbling, and I'll kill you too."
Liu Cangsheng said, "Had Senior not intervened, I likely would have fallen