Chương 1752: Title

The Skyair Palace Lord was crippled, directly swept aside by Qin Wentian. Everyone could already predict what his fate would be.

A once extremely arrogant palace lord of the nine world palaces. Now that he was crippled, what sort of humiliation would he have to endure? Once, he stood high up and was able to peer down imperiously at everything. How would those he had offended before take their revenge on him? Just like what Qin Wentian had said, sometimes, living was even more miserable compared to death. Now, it all depended on whether the Skyair Palace Lord was brave enough to commit suicide or not.

Qin Wentian then turned his gaze towards the Dragonsaddle Palace Lord as coldness flickered in his eyes. Begging for mercy by surrendering?