Such a person, to actually hold such disdain for oneself.
"Kid, you are dead meat. I will flay and dismember you, and cut your flesh piece by piece, letting you die in excruciating pain," Zhu Sha said coldly.
Xiao Qiang was slightly startled, and then spoke with an indifferent expression, "Are you that confident?"
Zhu Sha could have killed his opponent from a distance, but he wanted his adversary to know the consequences of his sins. With a flash of his body, he appeared behind Xiao Qiang in the blink of an eye, his five fingers viciously stabbing towards Xiao Qiang's shoulder.
In his view, if he killed Xiao Qiang with one stab, it would be too boring. It was the greatest pleasure in the world to torment the sinner to death bit by bit.
What he never expected was that, even though his fingers had clearly touched the other's shoulder, they met with a thud, stabbing empty air.
"You dare to run?" Zhu Sha, furious, chopped fiercely at Xiao Qiang's neck with his right hand.