Zhong Yunxuan

Hearing someone plead on their behalf, intending to let them buy their lives with money.

Of the four who had utterly abandoned hope, someone's eyes immediately lit up, a flicker of hope rekindling in his heart.

Begging for mercy was out of the question, but paying with one hand and receiving the people with the other was acceptable.

Of course.

Some were lone-wolf tough nuts, with neither family nor friends.

Ransom?

Such a thing held no meaning whatsoever for people with no relatives or friends.

Put plainly.

No one would come to ransom them.

That included those who had secretly instructed them to deal with Ling Wuyuan.

Yet in the face of the old man's proposal, Ling Wuyuan remained utterly unmoved. He answered frankly:

"Ransom?"

"Not necessary."

"When dealing with my enemies, I have always exterminated them root and branch..."

With that said.

Before the old man could say anything more, Ling Wuyuan flicked one hand, and the longsword in his grasp transformed into a streak of sword light that shot toward the four men.

At that moment.

Among the four, some wore looks of disbelief, while others remained indifferent...

As for the many onlookers, most of them were gloating.

After all.

Earlier, the other side had thought victory was already in the bag and forbidden them from interfering.

Now that they had overturned their cart, what was there to say?

Naturally, they had to rush to the front lines to mock them!

Human nature was simply like that.

But the next instant, just as everyone thought those four were bound to die on the spot, a figure suddenly appeared before Ling Wuyuan's sword edge.

It was a man dressed in fitted martial attire, around one meter eighty-five tall—almost the same height as Ling Wuyuan now was.

From his appearance.