Tao Qian finished speaking, and the illustrious heroes also followed with laments.
If Ying Qingdi were a duplicitous hypocrite harboring malice in his heart, they could have struck him down without any psychological burden, settling their accounts quickly.
But now, it seemed he was not such a person, merely a pitiable one.
Even so, he still needed to be killed.
The reason for their conflicted feelings, including Zhong Ziyang's, was Ying Qingdi's sudden clarity.
"If we kill him while he is twisted in chaos, it would be considered aiding his liberation."
"Killing him while he is clear-minded seems unbearable."
The cultivators sighed and felt repeatedly moved in their hearts, but their intention to kill was by no means diminished, and even grew more intense.
Pity as they might, they still had to kill the man, or future troubles would be endless.
As they pondered, Tao Qian was also surprised by the terrifying sight reflected in his eyes.
