He gasped and continued:
"I have to endure multiple times the pain. Even though you endure less than me, you still have to bear the pain of the blade!"
O Jia spat out a mouthful of blood, looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, and anger surged from his heart.
"Bastard."
"Do you really think I can't bear this little pain?"
"Clearly, I am tormenting you, yet you think you are the one tormenting me?"
"I want to make you remember—"
The warhammer rose.
Boom!!!
A hammer struck down severely, hitting O Jia's chest.
He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Dare to compete with me in cruelty?"
O Jia asked grimly.
Shen Ye shouted: "Ahhhhh— it hurts so much— who's afraid of you, come on!"
He controlled O Jia's hands, gripping the long knife again, stabbing towards the waist and abdomen.
But the knife stopped.
"Have some nerve, don't stop!" Shen Ye shouted.
"I didn't stop! It's your controlled hands that didn't dare to stab in!" O Jia said.
