Dong Chao's face was deathly pale.
The feeling of his vitality slowly draining away had already taken over his nerves.
He did not have the strength to respond to any of He Chuan's words.
He could only stare at him with eyes filled with hatred as if he was thinking of some vicious curse in his heart.
But very soon, a deep sense of exhaustion assaulted him, making him unable to help but want to close his eyes.
He Chuan sneered and crushed Dong Chao's legs with one foot.
"Ah! ! ! !"
Dong Chao howled like a pig being slaughtered. The intense pain stimulated his nerves and made him extremely clear-headed.
"You... you will definitely... not have a good ending... someone... will... avenge... me..."
He used the last of his strength to say these words.
He Chuan laughed.
"Killing won't solve the problem, nor will it end the hatred. However, it will relieve my anger."
"You want to kill me, right?"