"Waste."
Chen Yuan's lips curled slightly as he looked indifferently at the wretch kneeling and begging for mercy before him.
If the man had shown some backbone after coming to his senses, Chen Yuan might have held him in higher regard,, but now he was truly a waste,, his Dao Heart destroyed and inner demons proliferating.
Wu Zongxian, who was being insulted, did not get angry but instead stood up with an apologetic smile, took three steps forward, and knelt again:
"You're right, my Lord. I am just a waste, and I pose no threat to you. You're a great person with a broad mind. Could you let me, this insignificant waste, go?"
"A waste has no value in existing." Chen Yuan's gaze sharpened as he looked into the distance. A terrifying aura was enveloping them at a very fast pace from behind to his left.
With a thought, he released a burst of Gang Qi that instantly turned Wu Sangui's head into a cloud of blood mist.
