Zhang Ping stopped his steps.

He couldn’t kill an already dead person.

He turned around to look at Lin Xi.

“Do you still not understand?” As that Yunqin high ranking officer’s hot blood scattered outwards, Lin Xi looked at Zhang Ping and furiously screamed, “For most Yunqin people, the interest of the empire is above all! It is just like how this officer would rather die than let use more soul force to save him. After all, he is fighting for us, sacrificing himself for this empire! For the sake of this empire, who knows how many people have already given up their lives! It isn’t you alone who has suffered, yet you are still alive in the end…”

“If I give up on killing you, will this empire become great?” Zhang Ping ruthlessly cut Lin Xi off. “The greatness you all pursue is not the same as my greatness.”

“Don’t waste any more words on him.”

Nangong Weiyang looked at Lin Xi and said, “Speaking any more to his current self already lacks all meaning unless you can beat him to the ground.”

Lin Xi became quiet, no longer saying anything.

…

A copper bell was ruffled by the winds...