Seeing the pleading look in Ou Tuo's eyes, Ning Shiyi wore a bitter expression.
Ning Shiyi knew full well that in the current situation, he was the only one who could save Ou Tuo. If he did not intervene, Ou Tuo might truly be driven to death by Ye Zhen—and by himself!
But Ning Shiyi being able to save Ou Tuo did not mean that a few empty words from him would make Ye Zhen spare Ou Tuo.
Ye Zhen had already returned the Ning Family's Young Floor Master and the four candidates for the next-next generation of Floor Masters without hesitation. That had repaid the favor of imparting his teachings; from then on, their debts and grudges were settled.
The reason Ning Shiyi could save Ou Tuo was mainly because he could speak to Ye Zhen.
As for the others, before they could even finish a sentence, Ye Zhen would probably haul out one of their descendants first—either tearing off a thigh or wringing off a head.
Yet he could not simply abandon Ou Tuo.
The next instant, Ning Shiyi let out a long sigh and clasped his hands toward Ye Zhen from afar. "Ye Zhen, I truly have no choice. This old man can only shamelessly speak up once again.
"For this old man's sake, could you spare Ou Tuo's life?"
"Of course, this old man is not making empty requests. The third level of the Soul Shocking Thunder Art, which I have never passed on to an outsider, shall be offered to you!" A jade slip appeared in Ning Shiyi's palm.
Ye Zhen looked at the jade slip, somewhat surprised.
To be honest, both the Soul Shocking Thunder Light and the Soul Shocking Heavenly Lightning were tremendously powerful.
The mere trace of aura from the Soul Shocking