Xuanling Zi looked at the Primal Sword Embryo in Ye Ling's hand, coated with his own scalding blood, and was dumbstruck.
"I despise you to death, as I've said, don't you talk, it annoys me to no end, didn't you understand, if you speak again I'll despise you even more!"
Ye Ling seemed frantic, pointing the sword tip at Xuanling Zi and gritting his teeth, "Why can't you just listen?"
Xuanling Zi gritted his teeth fiercely, his body trembling uncontrollably, his eyes blazing with irrepressible rage.
"Ye Ling! You will pay with your life!"
Roaring, Xuanling Zi bellowed furiously, his body rushing forward, as strands of blood light slowly emerged from him. Suddenly, his sword thrust directly into his own abdomen.
Ye Ling was dumbfounded, "Hey, are you kidding me? What's the point of self-harm? Do you look down on me?"
Damn it, we were in the midst of a heated fight, why self-harm? It's clear you're looking down on me, go ahead, self-harm, you won't be the one killing me.