บท 1220: You Can Kill Me

Ning cried out in pain, finally as his other arm was ripped away.

The left arm hurt because it was flayed open, but the right one was completely gone, and yet he felt the felt on his arm that wasn't even there.

The Emperor ignored the pain and wounded Ning before walking over to the sword that had been flung to the side. He kicked Ning's arm to the side and stood in front of the sword with greedy eyes shining at the prize.

"You!" Ning cried out. "You truly…"

He couldn't form words. The pain kept taking away his focus from the thoughts that he tried his best to form. He couldn't speak his mind at all.

"Shut up," the Emperor said without glancing back. He didn't want anyone to disturb him while he made the sword his. He let Ning suffer for the moment and reached down to grab the sword.

His hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and he pulled on it. Instantly, he felt the unbudgeable nature of the sword.