In the small town, Qiu Baichu was enveloped in relentless cold, yet he still spoke without timidity, "I alone am responsible for my actions, and I indeed mentioned Sikong Jing. Are you afraid of him? Are you, Lian Zhiyu, very afraid of him?"
His voice still carried madness, tinged with a strong sharpness, as if he truly feared nothing, not even death.
"Lian Zhiyu, you fear Gongyang Ying, you also fear Sikong Jing... what is it that you are truly not afraid of?"
At this moment, Qiu Baichu had gone insane, knowing full well he had no chance of surviving, he was cursing at Lian Zhiyu as if he were fighting till his death.
Even in death, he wanted Lian Zhiyu to taste the humiliation of being scorned by others.
Driven mad by rage, Lian Zhiyu lost his composure and roared, "What a joke, how could I possibly be afraid of Gongyang Ying and Sikong Jing? If Sikong Jing were here right now, do you believe I could kill him with a single sword thrust?"
