"Thump."
Lang Qianxing, penetrated by the Sword Qi, became shrouded in a thin layer of ice. His spear slipped from his hand as he knelt to the ground.
Retracting the Power of Faith to return to his feline form, Lu Zixun sighed softly.
This was the utmost respect he could offer to Lang Qianxing.
After all, those words from him had once changed his mind.
Feeling his heart gradually freezing and his life force weakening, Lang Qianxing looked up at Lu Zixun: "Was I really... wrong?"
"No, you were not wrong — you just forgot your true heart along the way."
With a faint statement, Lu Zixun looked at Lang Qianxing emotionlessly: "From the moment you brutally attacked the Chang Ge Clan, how were you any different from those clans that oppress the weaker Demon Clan?"
"Heh..."
Lang Qianxing laughed at himself and sighed, tossing an object at Lu Zixun's feet: "This can detoxify the poison on Tang Qinglan's body. I hope you can spare my clan... they are innocent."
