"No, stop! Lin Xuan, I was wrong! Please, spare me!"
"Champion Marquis, I beg you to spare my life! I'll never do it again!"
The Third Crown Prince finally felt fear. He no longer dared to be arrogant; he only wanted to escape. He didn't want to be crippled.
However, Lin Xuan only sneered coldly, "Beg for mercy? It's too late."
With that, he drove his Sword Intent surging into the other man's body. The Sword Intent was incredibly sharp, directly piercing through his opponent's Spirit Veins.
The Third Crown Prince spat out a mouthful of blood, his face a mask of despair.
What is this sharp aura? Sword Intent? How could he possibly possess Sword Intent?
At this moment, the Third Crown Prince was dumbfounded, utterly overcome with despair.
Heavens, what kind of monster have I provoked? I'm so full of regret. If I had another chance, I wouldn't provoke Lin Xuan again even if it killed me.
