Hearing Xie Heng and the others talking, Ning Wangshu's gaze grew colder. He looked at Xie Heng and Zhang Shiren and said icily, "Good. Very good!"
"Although I don't know what these Wa Kingdom people are after, you're Huaxia people, yet you dared to collude with them. You deserve to die!"
"Ha! Deserve to die? Kid, you're the one who's about to die, and you're still putting on this righteous act! With Mr. Mitsui and the others here, you couldn't escape even if you had wings!"
Xie Heng sneered.
"Exactly! You're as good as dead today, kid. Even if you're a cultivator, you won't escape death!" Zhang Shiren said viciously.
Then he immediately turned to Mitsui Xiong. "Mr. Mitsui, please have your men kill him at once. I won't be satisfied until he's torn to pieces!"
"Certainly!"
Mitsui Xiong nodded and said calmly, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry. With us here, he won't get away!"
Then he gave one of the men beside him a meaningful look.
The man immediately nodded in understanding. In a flash, he shot toward Ning Wangshu as swiftly as a gust of wind. At some point, a Japanese sword had appeared in his hand, its cold blade glinting like a Cold star.
In an instant, he swept the blade toward Ning Wangshu's neck...
Seeing this, Xie Ting let out a startled cry before she could stop herself.
Zhang Shiren, Xie Heng, and the others all sneered. Zhang Shiren, in particular, had a cold, sinister gleam in his eyes, along with a flash of satisfaction.
It was as if he could already see Ning Wangshu's head hitting the ground, blood spraying everywhere!
But as Ning Wangshu watched the cold blade flash toward him, he merely shook his head, raised a brow in disdain, and said calmly, "That's