"Qin Sheng, the Heavenly Sword, and Jiang Zhiwei, the Peerless Sword Fairy, I am willing to reconcile with you!"
A disheveled, blood-soaked middle-aged man fled frantically through the forest. His voice boomed like thunder, shaking birds dead where they flew.
"Are you joking at a time like this?" Qin Sheng sneered, his figure ghostlike as he slipped past the broken trees and swirling dust, untouched even by a single leaf.
"Even if you kneel and kowtow now, calling Zhiwei Mother, it still won't save you."
Jiang Zhiwei: "..."
I'm only seventeen.
"Father, Mother, please spare your child's life! I truly know I was wrong!" the middle-aged man cried.
Qin Sheng: "..."
I'm only fourteen!
"Zhiwei, kill him," Qin Sheng ordered, unable to bear it any longer.
Sword light suddenly flashed, arising from the unseen like a sword from beyond the skies. It was simply too fast—so fast that by the time the middle-aged man felt the chill, his heart had already shattered into eight pieces.
"I refuse..." The middle-aged man failed to finish his last words. His body crashed to the ground, its life rapidly draining away as he died.
"You refuse? The commoners of Yuanfeng City whom you killed over the past decades, the families you persecuted—they refused even more. Go tell them that."
With a wave of Qin Sheng's hand, a spark fell. The middle-aged man's corpse swiftly burned away, eventually turning to ashes.
"This 'Bamboo Leaf Green,' Chen Shan, grew up eating meals provided by countless households. So many people had shown him kindness, and later, he only gained the chance to change his fate through others' appreciation. He knew better than anyone how difficult it was to stay alive, yet he drove his benefactor's daughter to her death."
Jiang Zhiwei gazed at the gradually dying flames