บท 689: Leave the Demon World?

Mo Chengfeng had a smile on his face. His smile was clearly very good-looking, but his smile made people feel a chill down their spines.

In the next second, one of Mo He's arms separated from his body, and hot blood scattered in the air.

Mo Ruyue subconsciously touched her arm when she saw this.

Mo Chengfeng smiled. It was hard to tell if he was dead or alive.

"Ah…"

Mo He cried out in pain. His face was pale as he curled up on the ground.

His arm was gone!

If he was physically disabled, he would not be able to become the king of Xiliang.

Then, Mo He's other arm left his body.

"I won't take your life. My crippled second brother, watch how your mother dies in my hands."

Mo Chengfeng's voice was gentle, as if he wasn't the one who cut off Mo He's hands.

Mo Chengfeng picked up the severed arm on the ground and turned to leave.

There was still a good show to watch.