Chang Ning met that pair of eyes, his heart trembling as if his chest had been split open by a sword in an instant.
Looking at Mo Chen lying on the ground, for the first time, he felt a desire to live.
He did not want to die.
Chang Ning took a deep breath and said, "Do you really want to fight me to the bitter end?"
Even though he was desperate to live, it was not in Chang Ning's nature to kneel and beg like a dog.
An Jing laughed, "A fight to the bitter end? You overestimate yourself."
With that, the Dulu Sword brought down all five streams of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence into its blade.
Chang Ning earnestly said, "Perhaps I am not as strong as Brother Mo Chen, but that doesn't mean you can kill me easily, nor does it mean you can come out unscathed. Right now, shouldn't your main focus be preserving your energy and strength to face Zongzheng Huachun?"