Song Qiong's eyes were somewhat complex, with a face marked by slight wrinkles and the bitterness of life: "I have a premonition, even if I escape, given Young Master Ye's personality, he would likely pursue me to the Chenluo Heavenly and kill me, and with this sword, you could easily kill me or destroy the entire Chenluo Heavenly."
As she spoke, Song Qiong glanced fearfully at the Moluo Sword in Ye Tian's hand, and just a glance made her mind explode!!!
Too frightening.
Too strong. Even though the Moluo Sword wasn't aimed at her at the moment, she was still trembling with fear.
How could there be such a terrifying weapon in the world?
The key is, how can this young man Ye Tian possibly wield such a sword?
"Quite smart." Ye Tian complimented Song Qiong.
"Young Master Ye, could you spare my life?"
Song Qiong's voice carried both pleading and desperation: "Considering that I have been somewhat sensible."
