if it were boiling."Greetings, Great Saint." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Over a hundred holy shadows outside the Chi Long Holy Temple all bowed to the Barbarian..."Yes, sir!"
Upon hearing Zhang Tiangui's order, the two black market martial arts masters grinned ominously, raised their swords, and were about to strike at Chang Qiqi.
"Wait a moment..."
Si Xingkong gritted his teeth and said, "Zhang Tiangui, I promise you... I promise you... Isn't that enough"
"Haha!"
Zhang Tiangui burst into laughter and said, "Indeed you are full of love and righteousness, I can't help but admire you. Since that is the case, then kneel down and kowtow!"
Zhang Tiangui released his foot from atop Si Xingkong's back and stood aside, a surge of anticipation welling up in his heart.
It's only been a few months, yet Si Xinkai is lying on the ground like a dog, his life and death in someone else's hands.
This feeling of power and privilege is just incredible!
Si Xingkong dragged his wounded body up from the ground, staring at Zhang Tiangui standing in front of him.
As a martial artist, he could choose to never yield in disgrace.
As a friend, as a senior brother, he couldn't ignore his junior brother's life and death.
In their heart, there is backbone, dignity, but also righteousness.
Faced with a choice between his own dignity and the lives of his disciples, he had to pick one.
This is a more difficult choice than death. If he had a choice, he would rather choose to die himself, which would be much easier.
Si Xingkong closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, and slightly bent his legs, as if about to kneel.
Zhang Tiangui's smile became even more radiant.
At that moment, two ice swords condensed from water rose from the water, spinning incessantly, and charged towards the Red Spider's flagship.e any other text you'd like me to translate!As soon as the words left his mouth, a vortex appeared in the center of the blood-filled sea.Feng Tian, clad in white, rose from the vortex like a fairy app...