Ren Feifan took one step after another towards the Prince, the Ancient Dust Sword in his hand flickering with a hint of blood-red light!
The Ancient Dust Sword had killed too many people with Ren Feifan, and had already formed a Blood Pattern.
It was no longer the Ancient Dust Sword he had found years ago.
The Prince naturally felt the murderous intent from Ren Feifan's sword. Now, almost the only one left in the royal family, he didn't want to die!
He hastily hugged Ren Feifan's legs, even begging piteously, "Ren Feifan, please spare my life, I promise I won't bother you. I'll give you everything, I can even give you my imperial throne! Please spare my dog's life... can I bark like a dog! Watch me bark! Woof woof woof! Are you satisfied now?"
At this moment, the Prince appeared as lowly as trash in the face of death.
Ren Feifan looked down at the Prince coldly and shook his head; he would not let this man live.
