This comes from the soul level, erasing the spirit of the Nether Insect from the heart.
Indeed it's the Sword Intent Spirit Communication, nothing it cannot cut.
"The one who injured the Little Commandery Princess is Elder Xuan Bing, and the one chasing at the forefront is also him."
At this moment, Mingyu could no longer care about saving face, deflecting blame desperately while running.
"So, he died."
Chen Ping sighed softly.
Finally seeing King Jinghai, imposing and full of murderous intent, riding a tall white horse, majestic and solemn, making people dare not act rashly.
"Indeed, he somewhat possesses the aura of a king, but it's merely superficial, as he's still a coward with short-sighted views at heart."
Thinking back to when he had escorted the Little Commandery Princess on that perilous journey thousands of miles, Chen Ping couldn't help but sigh to himself, this was a different time.
If King Jinghai wasn't such a person.
