Looking at Wei Hong screaming miserably, Ren Wokuang sneered and punched again, shattering the bones of Wei Hong's left arm.
Amidst his screams, Wei Hong shouted furiously at Ren Wokuang, "Ren Wokuang, if you have the guts, kill me now, otherwise I won't let you off even as a ghost."
"Won't let me off even as a ghost?" Ren Wokuang laughed wildly upon hearing this, as though he's gone mad: "In the Black Prison, every time you came, you shattered my bones completely. Once my bones regrew and recovered, you'd come again and crush them. Did you ever expect today would come? A few days ago, do you remember, I said I wouldn't let you off even as a ghost!"
Ren Wokuang said this and then punched once more, shattering Wei Hong's chest ribs.
"However, rest assured, I won't let you die so easily. For the decades in the Black Prison, the way you tormented me, I'll torment you ten times, a hundred times over!"
"This punch is for Wang Mengqin!"
"This punch is for my brother Wu Cheng!"
