Zhong Renwang fell heavily to the ground, blood constantly gushing from his mouth, dyeing the ground in front of him bright red, as if a sea of blood blossomed. His eyes were full of despair and unwillingness, limbs twitching powerlessly, but he no longer had the strength to get up and continue fighting Shi Feiyang.
Shi Feiyang walked slowly to Zhong Renwang, gazing down at him, eyes filled with disdain, as if looking at an insignificant ant.
"Zhong Renwang, you have committed countless sins, today is your doom." As these words fell, Shi Feiyang raised the Myanmar Saber high, the blade reflecting the cold moonlight, emitting a deadly aura, then suddenly chopped down towards Zhong Renwang.
"Ka-cha! Ai-ya!" At a critical moment, Zhong Renwang's son, Zhong Wanwang, like a black lightning, flew over, tightly gripping the Spring and Autumn Saber. His face twisted, eyes bloodshot, carried a decisive aura, using all his strength to block Shi Feiyang's Myanmar Saber.
