"I-I believe, I believe! Please, if you're not satisfied, I'll cut off my other arm too!" Wei Wu's voice was frantic, his eyes wide with terror as he writhed in agony.
Chen Yinyin's disgust was palpable. She felt her rage rising as she looked down at him. "You disgusting thing."
With a swift movement, she brought her sword down once more. This time, the blade cleaved cleanly through Wei Wu's neck, and his head tumbled from his shoulders, rolling to the ground with a thud.
His body collapsed lifelessly to the earth, his final scream still echoing in the air.
Her expression remained stoic as she turned away from the gruesome scene, her gaze now focused on the Nascent Soul elder who had remained a threat.
The elder, his face pale with fear, could hardly stand to witness his companion's end.
"Master, there's one more person I want to kill," Chen Yinyin said.
