The entire Dou Palace fell silent.
Jiang Chen, clad in black, had one foot on Qin Zheng's head, pinning him to the ground, unable to move.
The cold words made Qin Zheng boil with shame and rage. He roared, "Get your foot off me! Or I'll make sure you die without a burial place—AHH..."
He hadn't even finished his sentence.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through his arm.
With a slash of his finger, Jiang Chen's Sword Finger flashed like a radiant light, severing Qin Zheng's right arm in an instant.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
Jiang Chen leaned forward slightly, his expression nonchalant. "My hearing isn't so good. I didn't quite catch what you just said. Could you repeat it?"
"I said... I want you to die without..." Qin Zheng roared, fighting through the excruciating pain.
This time, he lost both his legs.
Jiang Chen smiled. "I still didn't hear what you said!"
"I... I..."
Qin Zheng's face was pale, his eyes filled with tears of humiliation and agony.
