"Quite tenacious!"
Chen Shouyi chuckled softly, shaking his neck as his vertebrae cracked audibly.
He sheathed his sword, a hint of brutality flashing across his face. He grabbed the man by his face with a large hand, ignoring his struggles, lifting him straight from the seat and slamming him hard onto the ground.
With a loud thud, the floor shuddered slightly.
Cao Weizhong grunted heavily, his eyes glazed from the fall. All he felt was searing pain throughout his body; it seemed as if all his bones had shattered. Soon, blood slowly seeped through Chen Shouyi's fingers.
"Is it really worth it? The Barbarian God you worship is doomed, unable to protect himself. You're smart; you wouldn't choose foolishly, would you?" Chen Shouyi said coldly.
Cao Weizhong stared angrily at Chen Shouyi, his hands clutching Chen Shouyi's arm that covered his mouth, struggling desperately.
Annoyed, Chen Shouyi grabbed his head and smashed it against the ground repeatedly.
Bang...
