บท 69: Formation Attack

"Are these your final words?" Wang Chen asked with a calm expression on his face.

"Please, spare my life. I'll do anything for you," he begged. He had fought hard to get where he was in his life, and he didn't want to die now.

"Oh? Anything?" Wang Chen raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"Yes, anything! I'll do whatever you ask!" He nodded his head eagerly, hoping to stay alive.

"Then kill yourself."

"I will do….What?!" Hearing Wang Chen's demand, he realized that he had been played. Wang Chen had no intention of letting him live.

"Really?" Wang Chen smirked, his eyes gleaming with a wicked light.

"You...you…" His opponent seethed with anger, his fists clenched as he attempted to lunge at Wang Chen. But before he could land a blow, his hand was sliced off by the Thunderbolt Blade in Wang Chen's hand.

"Aaargh!" The cultivator clutched his severed limb as blood gushed out, writhing in pain as he fell to his knees.