Ling raised his hand and suddenly chopped at one of the big man's legs.
The big man let out a miserable cry, so scared that he wet himself, sobbing and pleading, "No, don't kill me."
All the way, he begged for mercy, and Ling chopped away at him.
Every cut wasn't fatal. Yet, each one drove the big man to the brink of madness, his spirit utterly broken. Finally, when the man's blood nearly ran dry, Ling delivered the final blow, ending his life.
Ling finally threw the knife away, standing there in a daze.
After a long while, Mo Liancheng approached, gently patted him on the shoulder, and handed him an elixir from his body. Ling merely glanced at him before swallowing it.
The elixir spread a cool sensation throughout his body instantly.
Ling gradually returned to his senses.
Time quickly passed by an hour.
Carrying the young man's body, Ling left the forest, choosing a place where Demon Beasts rarely appeared, dug a pit to bury him, then erected a grave and a headstone.
