Kneel.
Sever your own arms.
Zhang Zhihang was being utterly ruthless. If Long Ao actually did as he said, he wouldn't just lose face—he'd lose both his arms.
Besides, even if Long Ao refused, it would give him the perfect excuse to kill Long Ao outright. No matter what, it seemed impossible for Long Ao to leave the Ghost King Sect in one piece.
"Zhang Zhihang, I have not yet been defeated."
With his white hair and black robes, Long Ao stood tall, his eyes locked on Zhang Zhihang. Even now, he had not chosen to give up.
This was Long Ao. No matter what happened, no matter the circumstances, he would never choose to give up.
Seeing that Long Ao still refused to give up, everyone was moved. After all, they all knew with certainty that if he continued to fight, he would undoubtedly die.
Didn't Long Ao know this?
To be willing to give one's life for the person they love—this alone proved that Long Ao loved Ao Xue more than Zhang Zhihang ever could.
