Carrying his long spear, Hong Yu slowly walked over to Yangg Lin's side. He held the spear in one hand, angling it down to press the sharp tip against Yangg Lin's throat.
A massive wound, torn open by the terrifying energy of the earlier explosion, gaped on Yangg Lin's chest, and fresh blood had dyed more than half his robes red. Feeling the sharp, cold metal of the long spear, he couldn't help but swallow, a bitter expression crossing his face. "To think that after all my years in the martial world, I, Yangg Lin, could still so badly misjudge someone. Compared to you, that Duan Hong from before was nothing but a piece of shit!"
"Heh..."
Hong Yu merely quirked his lips, offering no comment.
It was Shi Tao and the others whose expressions stiffened upon hearing this. Some even cast sympathetic glances toward Duan Hong.
Duan Hong hung his head, fists clenched, his entire body trembling.
Rage. Pure fury. He had reached the absolute limit of his anger.
