Three streaks of Sword Qi pierced through Guan He's body.
In an instant.
His legs and two arms detached from his shoulders, and he collapsed to the ground. Blood spurted from the wounds, the strong smell of blood spreading, causing a strong urge to vomit.
"Why don't you just give me a quick death?" Guan He glared fiercely at Cai Jin, a monstrous rage radiating from his eyes.
He was not afraid of death.
Because he knew that once his plan was exposed, he would surely be left without a place to be buried.
But more than death, he feared being tortured before dying.
Cai Jin looked down at him indifferently, "Of course, I want to kill you, but I promised Young Master Xu that your life would be his to deal with!"
Xu Wendong walked forward with a smile, squatting in front of Guan He, "You were the first to slap me across the face, so I won't be satisfied unless I make you pay!"
