That one sentence cut off Liu Changhe's path to survival.
"Kill him," Qin Luo said blandly, pointing at Liu Changhe.
Zheng Tuo's lips curled into a savage smile as he swung his axe at Liu Changhe.
"No!" Liu Changhe roared, trying to fight back, but with the other Saints suppressing him from the side, how could he possibly resist?
Liu Ruyan panicked. She roared at Qin Luo, "Qin Luo, you're the Holy Son of Primal Void Holy Land! Primal Void Holy Land raised you, yet this is how you repay it with ingratitude!"
If Liu Changhe was killed, wouldn't she be next? No, she wouldn't allow it.
"Heh... ingratitude?"
Qin Luo shook his head. "Back then, I was about to die in your Primal Void Holy Land. Between us, there's only hatred, no gratitude."
As for the debt of being raised by them, that had belonged to the original owner of this body and had nothing to do with him. He only knew one thing: when he transmigrated over, they had been putting him on trial, and quite a few people had been itching for him to die immediately.
Slash! Liu Changhe's head fell to the ground. There was still a trace of unwillingness in his eyes as he died so easily.
Seeing Liu Changhe's death, the few Saints from Divine Weapon Valley grew solemn.
Was this killing the chicken to scare the monkeys?
Qin Luo had succeeded. Fear of him rose in their hearts.
They felt that being alive was damn good!
He was dead...
Liu Ruyan stared blankly at Liu Changhe's corpse. Only when Qin Luo walked up to her did she suddenly snap awake.
She raised her head, tears shimmering in her eyes as she looked at Qin Luo. "Senior Brother Qin, please, don't kill me."
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