"In your dreams!"
Fire Wither chuckled and shook his head, his eyes filled with coldness, "If you want me to spill the Snake Lord's secrets, it would only happen over my dead body."
William Cole stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the saber, and yanked it hard.
"Ah!"
An excruciating pain tore through Fire Wither, causing him to grind his teeth and grimace.
William Cole's voice was icy, "It seems that you've only trained your superficial muscles and bones. You still can't withstand the pain of your internal organs, can you?"
"Pah!"
Fire Wither spat out a mouthful of saliva, which William Cole easily dodged. He roared viciously, "William Cole, if you've got the guts, just kill me. The Snake Lord will avenge me!"
"You think I'm afraid of death?"
William Cole looked at Fire Wither amusedly, "No one is not afraid of death. You're no exception."