"Spare our lives!"
Both individuals inhaled deeply. The Perfect Saint, now too frightened to speak, trembled in his legs, hoping that Long Ping and the other could reach an agreement with Ren Changsheng, and that he, too, might have a chance to save his own life.
"Jin Tian, today I fear I am going to die here. I'll detonate myself in a moment to hold him off while you must escape quickly back to Yin Yang Valley. Remember, Yin Yang Valley must seize the three Chaotic Spiritual Treasures and also kill this lad for my vengeance!"
Long Ping gritted his teeth, his face full of hatred as he spoke.
He was filled with hatred!
As a saint of the Heavenly Dao, as long as no one killed him, he could live for countless years and even had the chance to ascend to the third, or even fourth level of the Heavenly Dao.
But now, all of this had become an illusion.
