"..."
The purple gleam in the Qilin Lord's eyes turned cold in an instant.
"Your answer is very much like that of a saber wielder from a few days ago."
"Only..."
"I crushed every bone in his body, and then..."
The Qilin Lord flexed its claws rhythmically, then mimed tossing something into its mouth.
"Ate him."
Nie Chao clenched his teeth, his eyes straining as though they would split.
Tianhai...
The Qilin Lord slowly raised its claws and reached toward him. "Perhaps you'll end up just like him."
"I'll ask you one more time..."
"Impossible."
Before the Qilin Lord could finish asking, he had already spoken.
Faced with life and death, a person would find many things no longer mattered.
He discovered that, in his brief life, there was actually only one thing he absolutely could not let go of.
That was his spirit as a swordsman.
Even that bastard Duan Tianhai didn't make a sound. I, Nie Chao...
Could I be any less than him?!
In an instant, a sharp spirit burst from his chest, and clear Qi actually began to flow faintly through the ordinary iron sword in his hand!
"Hmm?"
From this sword, the Qilin Lord sensed an extremely faint yet very familiar hint of danger.
It hesitated no longer, bringing its claws down at his head.
Just then, a sudden change occurred!
An azure fragment streaked over in a flash of spiritual light. Alarm surged through the Qilin Lord, and it shot backward, but the fragment still pierced its palm.
"Argh-"
The Qilin Lord cried out in pain, roaring incessantly.
Nie Chao froze. He could clearly see that the azure fragment embedded in the Qilin Lord's palm...
Was actually a chicken bone.
"Boy, you're very interesting."
He looked toward the voice and saw the fat beggar