In his eyes, only the surviving experts were qualified to negotiate with him.
Wei Ting smiled weakly. "Helian Ye, you've killed your entire life and have no children. You're just a tool used by the Helian family to climb up the social ladder. Don't you think it's not worth working for them?"
"Stop distracting me with such words," Helian Ye said and kicked away the hidden weapon in Wei Ting's palm.
"If you lose, you and your 10,000-strong army will die here."
"Is that so?"
Wei Ting suddenly pulled up. A thread hidden in the snow suddenly tightened and wrapped around Helian Ye's feet.
Helian Ye was caught off guard and tripped. He fell back hard into the snow, and the red tassel gun in his hand fell out.
He did not expect Wei Ting to be able to move so quickly after taking so much internal energy from him.
Wei Ting grabbed the longsword beside him, stood up, and stabbed toward Helian Ye's heart.
