C1460 The Heavenly Mark Sword

"Ah..."

Blood seeped from Qin Ming's skin as he let out an agonizing scream.

"He's doomed anyway. Might as well kneel!"

"It's exhausting to keep resisting. Just kneel, and all this pain will disappear."

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the depths of his heart, tempting Qin Ming to surrender.

"Don't give up. You are a Martial Cultivator