Afraid?
If Qin Feiyu had believed Lin Qian's words, that would've been truly absurd!
Even if he was unwilling, even if he was angry, what could he do?
The dagger that had pierced through his heart gushed with Soul Power, transforming into tiny Wind Blades that wreaked havoc inside his own body.
Qin Feiyu could even clearly feel the vitality within him rapidly ebbing away, and that detestable face before his eyes was watching with satisfaction.
Clearly, Lin Qian was very pleased with his death.
"Lin Qian… my father the emperor will not let you go," Qin Feiyu mustered his last bit of strength to roar at Lin Qian as blood spattered.
Bang!
The gaunt member of the Swift Hidden Clan who had stabbed Qin Feiyu kicked him in the back, and his corpse was thus thrown to the ground.
"Despicable Human Clan, killing so many of my people, and still making such a racket," the gaunt Swift Hidden clansman said as he lifted his foot, preparing to stomp on Qin Feiyu's head.
