...
All of Lord Rou's tentacles were cut cleanly, and the massive mountain of flesh now only had the large tumor at its core remaining.
Not long ago, this tumor was full of scars, but now it has become incomparably smooth and flat, a sign that the disease has been removed.
However,
Lord Rou sighed in his heart, "Over two hundred years of pain didn't break me, yet I fall like this." He thought the saddest part was that the person before him, so flawed and defective, was merely a prison guard from Great Li. He never imagined he would die under the madness of this "patient" from Great Li, instead of succumbing to his illness.
Li Jiu hovered in the air, the intent to kill blazing like fireworks, with the rain curtain unable to touch him at all.
He stared intently at Lord Rou, who had no strength left to resist. Each place where a tentacle was severed was carefully chosen by him, just to carve out this masterpiece, "Ah, perfect."
