"Sigh, always the same. I give you leeway, yet you waste it without hesitation."
Upon hearing the words of Wengyucui, the Dachen envoy could not help but sigh. At this moment, he even felt a genuine sense of regret as he lifted his hand and drew a sharp blade from his waist, striking a trail of dazzling sparks. "Since that is the case, then die."
His movements were light and fluid, yet in reality, the long sword at his waist carved a brilliantly bright trail of flame through the air. Profound-gold flames surged upon the blade, coalescing into a mighty and resplendent radiance, before the sword light descended like fire, slashing toward An Jing and Wengyucui.
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