บท 850: Thousand Realms Whirling (1)

Who would believe that the Court Master of the Sky Martial Court, the cultivation genius whom many people looked up to, would beg for death at this moment? However, this was only normal and could not be blamed on Yu Chenshu. No one would want to live, having to experience such excruciating pain.

Yu Chenshu really could not endure it any longer. The death of the puppet had completely destroyed his last line of psychological defense. For many years, the puppet had been his trump card. Even a revered and legendary figure like Ye Zhen had to show some modicum of respect to him. Losing the puppet was worse than taking his life. He thought it was better to beg for death instead of struggling in futility.

At this moment, Yu Chenshu seemed clear-minded again. He lifted his head suddenly and opened his eyes with great difficulty before he looked at Lu Zhou and pleaded again, "I beg you. Kill me."