A delicate flower had only just blossomed into a bud and had not yet had the chance to bloom in full glory; the blazing sun had only just poked its head out and had not yet had the chance to scatter its radiance; a master had not yet had the chance to unleash his most powerful technique—
He had been captured just like that.
The feeling was suffocating and deeply aggrieving.
Lu Xingkong felt that he had only just made his move. The most powerful move of the Xumi Spear Technique, its ultimate killing move, Nirvana of Time and Space, had not yet had the chance to be unleashed.
Yet his neck had already fallen into Xiao Xin's hands, into the hands of the Abyss Lord.
With just a little force, she would not merely stop him from continuing his attack—she could take his life as well.
Lu Xingkong knew that the Devil Race's lord was powerful, but he felt that he was powerful too. No matter what, they should at least be able to fight to their hearts' content. Whether they tore off a piece of her flesh, severed one of her arms, or merely cut a few wounds into her body, it would give the other humans confidence when facing the Devil King.
After all, the Devil Race's lord could be wounded, and could be defeated. She could die too.
But it was ending just like this?
"Are you feeling very sad?" Xiao Xin gripped Lu Xingkong's neck with one hand. That hand was slender and fair, with long, elegant joints. It was an exquisitely beautiful hand, one that would make anyone unable to resist praising it aloud. Yet at this moment, it was clamped around an old man's neck. "Even Lu Xingkong, who could devise strategies from