Looking at Morris and his pathetic, desperate pleading, Ning Wangshu sneered, letting out a light hum. "Break your own arms? Ha, now you know to beg for mercy, but it is already too late!"
Having said that, Ning Wangshu did not give Morris another chance to speak, casually flicking a finger.
Instantly, a wisp of Immortal Force surged forth, moving as swiftly as a flash of lightning as it pierced straight into the center of Morris's glabella!
"Hiss--"
Morris's body violently shook, his eyes suddenly widening.
The next moment, a bloody hole the size of a finger instantly appeared at the center of his glabella, a wisp of bright red blood mixed with brain fluid slowly oozing out from that bloody hole.
Then, staring with wide eyes, his body slowly and powerlessly collapsed...
Having casually slain Morris, Ning Wangshu shifted his gaze back to Zhao Wangchuan.
Sensing Ning Wangshu's gaze upon him, Zhao Wangchuan involuntarily shuddered slightly, filled with immense terror in his heart. Yet he knew in his heart that since Ning Wangshu had not even spared Morris, it was all the more impossible for him to spare him.
Therefore, Zhao Wangchuan could only grit his teeth, forcing himself to look a bit more spirited as he glared angrily at Ning Wangshu, saying with bitter hatred, "If you want to kill me, kill me. I, Zhao Wangchuan, will never bow my head and beg for mercy to a damned dog thief like you!"
"I only hate that I was unable to kill you to avenge my master!"
Although his words sounded tough, everyone could see that his entire body was trembling, and even his eyes revealed a few traces of panic and nervousness.
Ning Wangshu looked at him, raising an eyebrow as he calmly said, "Oh? Is that so?