Hearing Fang Hao's words, the long blade at Fireblade's waist unsheathed.
Li Teng was even more scared to death, a stain spreading from his crotch.
"Fang Hao, Fang Hao, don't kill me, I beg you, I really won't do it again," he pleaded.
Dragging his muddy pants, he advanced a few steps: "I was wrong, please let me go this time, really, let me go.
Splat!
The next second.
A cold gleam flashed from Fireblade's long blade, and Li Teng, who was begging for mercy, suddenly felt a pain at his neck.
Next, the world spun around, and he saw his body kneeling on the ground.
His eyes filled with confusion, slowly rolling to one side.
Li Teng was dead, his head severed by Fireblade.
Looking at the severed head rolling to his feet, Fang Hao sighed slightly.
He didn't want to kill people and didn't want to use his strength to bully others.
But this was the third person he had killed.