The World group, her inverse scale

Mo Han Shang's identity was the best evidence.

There was no need to worry about Yuchi Peng regretting it.

Unless he didn't wanted to hang around in the mercenary world any further.

"In that case… I'll save you." Ye Qing Luo took a step backward as she looked at Yuchi Peng's sinisterly twisted face, as she mercilessly curled her lips, "But, can you endure the pain?"

"Yes! I can! As long as my life can be retained! I'll endure whatever pain there is!" Yuchi Peng suddenly felt his body's blood being sucked dry.

His face turned white as sheet as he lost the energy even to open his mouth to speak.

He was getting more and more flustered by the minute as he kept urging Ye Qing Luo.

Ye Qing Luo narrowed her eyes as her expression was peaceful and without blinking, she shook the feather fan in her hand.

A blaring red blade flew out.

"Arghhhh---" A miserable shriek was heard from Yuchi Peng's mouth.