"Please… spare me!" A middle-aged lady possessing Seventh Stage God Core Realm in strength slumped to the ground, begging in despair. "Please, at least spare my child. He hasn't don't anything wrong."
"Heh!" A cultivator carrying a broadsword smirked in disdain, crouching before the middle-aged woman as he spoke, "Wasn't he born at the Godly Fusion Realm? You have a talented bloodline."
"What do you say?" He caressed her hair, muttering, "If you promise to birth me such a talented child, I'll let the two of you live. What do you say?"
"Do you promise…?" The middle-aged woman gritted her teeth, resigning herself to her fate, when suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, noticing the broadsword pierced through her chest. "But you said…"
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