Tianli, the old man, gasped sharply and raised his sword to look at the old Heavenly Immortal, his voice trembling, "Do you, do you still plead for mercy?"
"General!"
The old Heavenly Immortal, enduring the intense pain in his sunken chest, knelt before Tianli once more.
"I do not beg for mercy! I only ask that the General stop this with me! The palace of Nuwa has commanded, how could my leader possibly..."
"Foolish! You! You are foolish!"
Tianli, the old man, sighed deeply, but the last two words were swallowed.
The long sword flashed suddenly.
"Martial Uncle!"
Linghua, the old woman, cried out to stop him, but it was a moment too late.
The old Heavenly Immortal's forehead to neck was split by a line of blood, his body slowly fell forward, and a tiny Primordial Spirit shadow flew from his forehead, which Tianli, the old man, captured into his sleeve for later interrogation.