Wrath

As Hua Xiaoyun witnessed the unceasing flow of blood from the area surrounding Mo Qingcheng’s heart, he was truly frightened. This ending was way worse compared to all the other endings he had previously envisioned.

Not only did he not obtain Mo Qingcheng’s body, he had also become her murderer. If that was the case, even though the Mo Clan wouldn’t dare do anything to him, the Pill Emperor Palace would remember this for sure. Especially for the Pill Emperor’s daughter, Luo He, as she was someone that treasured her disciples. If she knew that Mo Qingcheng died because of him, no one could tell what she would do under a pique of anger.

“STOP. Don’t pierce the dagger in any further. I’ll give up, I’ll give up!” Hua Xiaoyun shouted in dread. Mo Qingcheng’s body gently collapsed onto the floor, she had no more strength left. Yet her eyes remained wide open, locked onto Hua Xiaoyun.