"Zhu… Zhu Fei, don't mess around! You can't kill me!"
Pei Xiaotian kept retreating, his face filled with nothing but horror.
He attempted to defend himself, trying to use his own identity to suppress the likely action that Zhu Fei would take next.
He didn't want to die, he truly did not want to die!
With his prominent identity and his own cultivation talent, if given time, he believed it wouldn't be long before he could use his own abilities to reach the peak of the Ancient Martial World.
By then, that so-called dream of ruling the world and lying in the lap of beauties would not be a dream at all.
With such a bright future within sight, how could Pei Xiaotian willingly fall like this?
No! Absolutely not!
Unfortunately, the harsh reality was in front of him, and even if Pei Xiaotian had a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand regrets, it was of no use!
"Shua!"
A fierce sword light flashed by.
In the next moment, Pei Xiaotian suddenly felt numbness in his right arm.
