This was his pride.
Feng Tianyu held tightly onto the sword in his hand. His steps were firm. His features were strong. He walked toward the three elders step by step.
"Dad, don't bother about me!" Nalan Jing clenched his fists tightly. He stood up again. "Go and protect His Majesty. Even if the Nalan family has to die, we must die in front of His Majesty."
Nalan Zhangqian looked at Nalan Jing with much grief. Finally, Nalan Zhangqian made the decision.
Nalan Zhangqian let go of Nalan Jing and ran toward those three Dark Spirit Warriors.
But, it was too late.
Emerald Elder punched Feng Tianyu's chest with great force.
The spiritual force exploded in Feng Tianyu's body. He vomited a pool of blood and it changed into a mist of blood. Then, it disappeared in the air.
Feng Tianyu's steps never faltered. He did not even retreat. He seemed persevered and strong. There was a flash of coldness in his facial expression.
