"Pfft!"
Amid Yin Duxing's terror, Feng Wu once again swung her blade, severing both his arms.
"Kill me, just kill me!"
Yin Duxing cried from the torture, the madness in Feng Wu's demeanor causing his soul to tremble.
However, as a formidable hall-level fighter, his life force was strong; even with his limbs chopped off, he would not faint but instead feel this pain even more acutely.
Yin Duxing deeply regretted provoking Feng Wu; this woman was too ruthless!
"Kill you?"
Feng Wu's vitality was fading, her face growing paler, but her smile was extremely vicious.
"Slash!" Feng Wu sliced open Yin Duxing's chest. "Tell me, does it hurt?"
"..."
Under such a brutal assault, Yin Duxing no longer looked human, his consciousness drifting; even if it hurt, he couldn't verbalize it.
Moreover, with his limbs chopped off and a massive cut across his body, how could he not be in pain?
"When you betrayed me, you should have foreseen this day, you scum!"
