At Ning Wangshu's words, Cheng Xinyin's body suddenly shuddered.
Still reeling from the shock, he snapped back to his senses. His eyes erupted with murderous intent as he turned sharply toward Xuanxin Shangren below.
"Good! Thank you... Thank you, Ning Xian Zun! I'll take care of the rest myself and avenge the seventy-three members of my Cheng family!"
Cheng Xinyin gritted his teeth, his killing intent soaring to the heavens!
Feeling Cheng Xinyin's icy, murderous gaze, Xuanxin Shangren immediately trembled from head to toe.
He jerked his head up to look at Cheng Xinyin, terror filling his face. Then he dropped to his knees with a thud and cried, "No! Don't kill me, Nephew Cheng! I was wrong. Back then, greed clouded my heart, and jealousy got the better of me. Please, don't kill me! Spare the Taiyi Sword Sect!"
Watching Xuanxin Shangren plead through his tears, Cheng Xinyin felt a surge of satisfaction. Then his gaze turned icy, and he snarled, "Xuanxin, you ungrateful beast don't deserve to call me your nephew!"
"Now you know how to beg for mercy, asking me to spare you and your Taiyi Sword Sect? When you led the Taiyi Sword Sect in slaughtering my entire family, did you ever think this day would come?"
"Did you ever think to spare my family!?"
"You only know how to repent now, but it's too late! Today is the day you die, and the day your Taiyi Sword Sect is destroyed!"
Cheng Xinyin's killing intent surged as he slammed a palm toward Xuanxin Shangren from afar.
Seeing this, Xuanxin Shangren was horrified. "No! Don't! I don't want to die—"
He frantically formed a seal and summoned a pagoda Magic Artifact, hoping to block Cheng Xinyin's strike.
Unfortunately, he was merely at Peak Golden Core. How could