"I naturally want to kill Liu Hengli, but killing him will definitely alert the entire Spirit Cloud Holy Land. It does not matter whether I die or not, but I would drag you down with me, Brother Chuan."
Fang Chang was seething with fury, his fists clenched tight. He wished he could hack Liu Hengli into ten thousand pieces and grind his bones to ashes. Yet he remained rational. He knew that killing Liu Hengli would certainly bring terrible consequences, and Ning Xiaochuan would be implicated when that time came.
Ning Xiaochuan said, "It is not such a major matter. As long as you dare to kill them yourself, leave everything else to me!"
Fang Chang stared deeply at Ning Xiaochuan. Seeing Ning Xiaochuan's calm smile, he no longer had any misgivings. In any case, his life was already worthless. If he did not avenge this hatred, then even remaining alive would be a kind of agony.
He took out a long sword that was a Ninth Grade Profound Weapon. His eyes were bloodshot as he walked toward Liu Hengli.
Liu Hengli was severely injured, blood constantly streaming from the corner of his mouth. He said gloomily, "Nephew Fang, you had better think this through. Once you kill this old man, you will definitely alarm all the powerful figures of Spirit Cloud Holy Land. You will not be able to escape then!"
"Old bastard, even if I have to give up this life today, I will still make you die."
Swish! Fang Chang slashed down with his sword, severing Liu Hengli's left ear.
The left side of Liu Hengli's head immediately turned crimson with blood. Blood gushed out without cease, and his entire body trembled. "Nephew Fang... Nephew Fang, this old man admits that I was wrong, but it cannot