Watching the figure walk in through the doorway, Yun Jiuxiao shuddered inwardly, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
He had never expected Yu Huatian to pursue him first instead of the others.
Had he known that everyone else had already died in those mere thirty minutes, who knew what he would have thought?
Yu Huatian had no intention of explaining. He glanced at the unconscious Tie Zhongtang, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. "With injuries that severe, he'll be crippled even if he survives. Come, let me send him on his final journey."
Yun Jiuxiao's expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, "You've already won. After today, no one in the Great Qing Jianghu will be your match. Must you hunt us down to the last man?"
"Yes." Yu Huatian nodded.
Yun Jiuxiao froze, unable to react for a moment. He had not expected such a blunt answer.
"I've never had a habit of leaving future troubles for myself. Either I leave people alone, or, once we've clashed, they all have to die," Yu Huatian said coolly.
Yun Jiuxiao's expression shifted slightly. "I can guarantee that none of us will ever oppose you again!"
"What can you offer as a guarantee?"
Yu Huatian's expression remained calm. "Only the dead offer the best guarantee."
At those words, Yun Jiuxiao's face darkened, but he did not continue begging for mercy.
He had his own dignity.
Besides, he knew Yu Huatian had already resolved to kill him. Begging someone like this was useless; it would only invite humiliation.
A trace of regret simply arose in his heart.
If, back then, he had chosen to surrender and submit to the Sword Sect instead of convening the Demon-Slaying Assembly, perhaps no one from the Banner Sect would have died.
After all, the factions