"Otherwise, Cao Rui's life is as good as gone!"
Chen Sheng's face turned slightly pale, the power of heaven and earth converged upon his chest, repairing a hideous sword scar, as a grim and bemused sneer appeared on his face.
Before this.
He had never considered Cao Rui and Chen Yantao worth his attention.
Yet, he never expected to be wounded by Chen Yantao's hand. If not for Chen Yantao's lack of skill in that recent strike, he might have been decapitated and dead by now.
This was a great humiliation for Chen Sheng.
On the ground.
Cao Rui was being stepped on hard, several bones in his body were broken. He raised his head with difficulty and shouted hysterically, "Go, don't mind me, just go..."
"Noisy!"
The God Slayer Sect strongman, with a fat head and big ears, stepping on him, snorted coldly.
A stout leg abruptly lifted, then stomped down on his back with a bang.
Ugh!
