"Dare to steal my pig?"
Mo Hua's voice was crisp, carrying a faint tone of disdain.
The Sever Gold Sect Senior Brother knelt before him, feeling utterly humiliated.
He had been blasted by a Formation, struck by blades and axes, and even poisoned. His body was now riddled with wounds.
But as someone in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, his foundation wasn't weak. Though his injuries were severe, they were not fatal.
Moreover, his bones were still quite sturdy. He stubbornly cursed:
"A pack of little bastards!"
Hearing this, Cheng Mo slapped him hard across the face.
Blood seeped from the corner of the Sever Gold Sect Senior Brother's mouth. His gaze was venomous, yet his voice remained defiant. Gritting his teeth, he said:
"Today, the tiger has fallen to the plains, ending up in the hands of little mongrels like you. I'll accept this humiliation for now! But I swear, I will settle this score. Just wait."
Mo Hua raised an eyebrow.
Bones this hard?
