"You're not dead yet? Your vitality is pretty tenacious, huh? But I happen to like people with tenacious vitality like you."
With his arms folded, Lu Cang took a single step, and in an instant, his entire body appeared before Chu Bing.
At almost the same moment, the surrounding prodigies scattered in terror, afraid that Lu Cang might notice them.
Chu Bing was in an utterly miserable state. Every meridian in his body had been severed, and every bone from head to toe had shattered into fragments. He no longer even had the strength to stand.
"You... you..."
Chu Bing looked at the man before him, wanting to say something, yet unable to get the words out.
That palm strike had utterly crippled him. Even if Lu Cang did nothing further, Chu Bing would never be able to advance another step for the rest of his life.
Even preserving his current cultivation was nothing more than a vain hope.
"Don't look at me like that. If you make a move, you must bear the corresponding price."
"Begging for mercy is useless. Be good and get on your way."
Lu Cang lightly waved his index finger before Chu Bing's eyes and spoke softly. Wrong was wrong; if one had to pay the price for one's actions, then one should obediently bear it.
Lu Cang's creed in life was this: before he acted, everything was negotiable. But once he did, either he died, or the other party died.
All pleas for mercy were useless.
Lu Cang lightly flicked a finger at Chu Bing. A beam of light pierced straight through Chu Bing's brow. Chu Bing lay on the ground with his eyes wide in unwillingness as the life force within him completely faded away.
Even his Primordial Spirit was crushed to powder