She had invited an expert, thinking that this time everything would go smoothly, thinking that this time she could rest easy, thinking that this time she would rise again.
But the reality before her shattered her illusions.
Killing a Quasi-Saint First Heaven had been as easy as killing a chicken. Killing the Blood Demon Saint had taken barely any effort at all.
Was this what a true powerhouse was?
Her face was filled with despair.
If only she had known—if only she had surrendered back then.
Now, all she could do was kneel on the ground and beg the person before her to spare her life.
"Please, spare my life. I am willing to do anything for you."
Xue Xin bit her lip and spoke softly.
The expression on her face was so pitiful and moving that one could not help wanting to gather her into their arms and cherish her properly.
But the one she had encountered was Ye Lin.
Faced with Xue Xin's plea, Ye Lin's expression did not change much. He slowly turned around and stared expressionlessly at Xue Xin before him.
"Do you think... that's possible?"
Ye Lin slowly raised his hand, and a strand of Sword Qi swept out like an autumn wind.
Before anyone could see clearly, Xue Xin's head fell straight to the ground.
Her headless body fell after it.
The ruler of a dynasty, a Quasi-Saint First Heaven powerhouse, had died just like that.
In fact, the people around them did not even know how she had died. They had not seen how Ye Lin had made his move either.
All they saw was a head falling to the ground, followed by the fall of a Quasi-Saint First Heaven powerhouse.
"Ah, why did it have to come to this?"
Aboard the warship