"So you feel it right to bully the weak and fawn on the strong? That's why you beg for my mercy so sincerely? Is this what your Saint Sunlight Sect do?"
Xuan Bing's voice was cold like ice. She sneered, "Well. No wonder your sect had lived in the world for tens of thousand years. What a bravo skill!"
The middle-aged man's face was totally cracked because of the pain in his arm. He was sweating badly, like he was just out of water. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "I… I was wrong…"
"Oh. You know the shame. Well, why don't I give you a chance to show your true heart." Xuan Bing pointed at his other arm with a finger.
The other arm started to swell and twist, getting on the same process of the first arm.
"Why don't you say something? I know you are good at talking. I asked about your name, didn't I? Why don't you tell me? Are you looking down upon me? You just don't feel like answering me?"