His arms twisted at an eerie angle, clearly completely broken, and blood gushed from numerous ruptured wounds, dyeing him into a bloodstained figure.
He tried to struggle, but every tiny movement brought heart-wrenching pain, and he could only watch helplessly as that shadow approached him relentlessly.
Fear, an unprecedented fear gripped him, almost suffocating him.
He never imagined that he, a member of the Ye Family's direct lineage, leading dozens of Sect Realm powerhouses, would end up like this, defeated by a seemingly ordinary young man in such a manner.
"No... don't kill me..."
Ye Changling's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with thick bloody foam.
"I was wrong... I was truly wrong... I beg you... spare my life..."
Gu Sheng stood a few steps away in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.
Those eyes had no emotional fluctuations, neither the pride of a victor nor the cruelty of a slayer, only an unfathomable indifference.
