Endless sorrow

The long sword was pointed at an angle, as if it was about to slash. Although it was not really slashed out, the murderous intent filled with a violent aura had already filled the entire Stardust shuttle. It made people feel endless sorrow, endless sorrow, and endless hatred.

Ling Chuxi once again thought of Huangfu qingjue's words. She did not know how much suffering and torture Wei Wuming had gone through to have that kind of vicissitude and sorrow that was completely inconsistent with his age, to be able to comprehend such a sword intent.

The long sword slowly slashed out, one strike after another. The sword momentum was chaotic, but the killing intent was stronger than the previous one.

Wei Wuming's eyes were actually glistening with tears. Ling Chuxi could feel his heart through his eyes and she felt as if her heart was as dead as dust.

Even the heartless Yi Feng's face revealed a trace of sadness and sympathy. He also somewhat empathized with her.