บท 1227: Hunt, Return of the Rakshasa! (3)

Blood splattered all over his face!

He was stunned for a full three seconds before letting out a tragic scream.

"Ah—ugh ah—"

What was despair? This was it.

But it was not over.

Using chains to pierce his brother's scapular. Where should he settle this score?

Su Mo held his sword and gestured back and forth on him.

He stepped on the other party's wrist and broke his fingers one by one with his sword.

He would pay for his brother's pain ten times or a hundred times over!

"Ah—"

"Ah—"

"My master won't let you off! He'll kill you! Kill all of you—ah—"

Screams resounded throughout the entire forest, even the birds were shocked.

Ning Rufeng trembled and turned his head. "That's—"

"You lost."

Wei Ting placed his sword on Ning Rufeng's neck. "Leave. I don't want to kill you."

Ning Rufeng suddenly realized something and looked down at his feet. "It's too late."