บท 921: 474 I want them all! (4500)_2

He spat a glob of phlegm at the blurred mass of flesh and blood.

"Damn it, I still remember that debt from twenty years ago!"

"It's a shame I can't kill you with my own hands! But, seeing your miserable death, I'm very happy, I'm damn happy! Hahahaha…"

Wind Knife Elder laughed so hard that tears almost flowed from his cloudy eyes. He held a grudge against his opponent, as his most talented disciple and his daughter had died at their hands twenty years ago.

Before this operation had even started, Wind Knife Elder had already made up his mind. He was determined to find the enemy from twenty years ago and, even if it cost him his life, he planned to die alongside the opponent. However, he hadn't expected the Clinic's progress to be so fast, slaughtering the Blood Clan as if they were mere chickens.

His enemy had already been eliminated as an obstacle, killed offhand.