Legend of Sword King

If defeating the other party in the Black Wind Ridge had caused the An Tian Sect to lose a few cultivators had made Cheng Qing feel comfortable, then seeing the miserable state of a prisoner before him left him with no feelings at all.    

He was the victor, and many of the victors liked to appreciate the predicament of their defeated enemies. The more painful the defeat, the happier they would be.    

He had never considered Jerome as a real opponent. The two of them were not on the same level at all. Yale Mingguang simply didn't have the qualifications to be his opponent. Thus, he was very calm.    

Cheng Qing sat on the bench in front of Yelu Mingguang and looked at him, saying, "You are a genius of the Yeru clan, and you live like a prince. Although we are enemies, as long as you say what you need to say, with your status, we don't mind giving you back in exchange for some resources as a ransom. In this way, you will also be spared the blame. "    

Cheng Qing didn't intend to lie to Yelu Mingguang, but the other side became furious after hearing this.    

He struggled to stare at Cheng Qing, and said with bloodshot eyes: "Cheng Qing, you look down on me?! Do you think that I, Yeru Mingguang, am a person who fears death and would betray my country?! I, Yale, am already so unbearable in your eyes? "    

Cheng Qing was slightly startled. Yeluo Mingguang's anger came from his heart, and he was not faking it.    

Cheng Qing had always regarded him as a pawn of the enemy kingdom and had never once faced him head on. He didn't even have the heart to view him as an opponent, so he naturally wouldn't be able to understand Yelu Mingguang's feelings.    

But Jerome was also a living man, not an object, and he also had his own integrity and feelings.    

Seeing Cheng Qing remain silent, Yeluo Mingguang's expression became even gloomier, his voice became even colder: "I had thought that even if we couldn't become friends, we would at least be opponents worthy of each other's respect … I truly respect you. Cheng Qing, with your Xumi Stage 5 cultivation, no one has ever been able to lead the An Tian Sect to defeat the Great Wolf God. However, you don't regard me as your opponent. In your eyes, I am only an enemy of your country, and that is just a symbol. You don't even have the right to look at me seriously! "    

Yeluo Mingguang let out a few miserable laughs, unspeakably sad, "I never thought that I, Yelu Mingguang, Yelu's Junyan, would also one day also, not even have the qualification to be seen as an opponent by the enemy! will be treated like an ant! "    

After saying that, he burst out laughing, full of sorrow and depression. It was like an old man who had lived his entire life only to realize before his death that he had no meaning in his life at all.    

Cheng Qing was speechless.    

With the feud between Xiliang and Hui Wei, it was impossible for them to be friends. With the difference in their levels, it was true that the other party didn't have the qualifications to be his opponent.    

But at this moment, Cheng Qing began to look him in the eye for the first time.    

After he finished laughing, he looked at Cheng Qing and said, "Cheng Qing, kill me. I won't say anything! In the face of the righteousness of our country, personal honor and disgrace is meaningless. I will never sell out my own robe! "Do it, to be able to die in your hands, I, Yeru, am truly worthy of my pride. As a wolfwalker, it is also our honor to die in the hands of our enemies!"    

Song Qianshu looked curiously at Yeluo Mingguang as if he was seeing him for the first time. Then he looked at Cheng Qing with a contemplative look.    

In the end, Cheng Qing did not kill Yelu Mingguang.    

The other party could not die yet, and the fish had yet to appear. Naturally, the bait had to be removed first.    

Similarly, he did not try to make Jeruming feel better. At the end of the day, they were enemies with a national feud. He could respect his enemy, but he would never sympathize with him.