SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
The sharp cleaver swung continuously, leaving seven long, bloody marks on Xu Liang's legs and back. Wounded, Xu Liang slumped to the ground.
"Don't... don't kill me... I was wrong..." Seeing the cleaver in Lin Feng's hand, Xu Liang was terrified to the point of a mental breakdown, begging Lin Feng for mercy.
"Brother... Sir, I beg you, spare me! I won't dare to do it again..."
Dragging his injured legs, Xu Liang, in the face of death, was so frightened he knelt before Lin Feng.
Of course, Lin Feng wouldn't kill such a lackey; it wasn't worth it.
"I won't kill you," Lin Feng said coldly.
Hearing this, Xu Liang's face lit up with joy. However, the moment his smile appeared, he saw the blade flash, followed by excruciating pain on both his cheeks!
"AH!" Xu Liang screamed in agony, his hands flying to his face, only to find it covered in fresh blood.
