Chapitre 155: Touch My Woman? You’ll Be Begging For Death!

"Argh!" Mo Nanfeng screamed immediately.

But that was not the end.

Li Shaoling plunged the entire blade into his shoulder, and twisted.

And twisted again.

"It hurts!"

Mo Nanfeng's eyes were bulging in the agony. Not daring to even breathe, his face went pale-white, while all his tears and snot flowed freely and pathetically.

Still holding the hilt, Li Shaoling twisted it in the other direction again before viciously sticking it deeper, spluttering blood everywhere.

His smile was cruel and frightening. "How is it? This amount of strength?"

Mo Nanfeng was beside himself with fear. He surrendered, even as his entire body convulsed in pain and he felt as if he was nearing death.

"Spare… spare me…"

"Spare you?" Li Shaoling's lips curled into a ruthless angle. "You touched my woman. I would have you begging for death!"