"Die!"
The fierce blade sliced through the air like a venomous snake, stabbing straight toward Second Master's throat. By this time, Second Master was already severely injured, utterly exhausted under Han Fatty's relentless pursuit, at the point of a flickering, exhausted light.
"Damn you, Han Ergou, even in death, I won't let you have it easy!"
Blood-drenched, Second Master displayed a ferocious look on his face. Regardless of the pain, he thrust out the palm of his hand pierced by a steel needle, striking Han Fatty's chest with magnificent force.
Riiip!
Like the sound of torn fabric, Second Master's throat was instantly torn open with a massive gash.
At the same time, despite his wrist fracturing, the immense Qi blood exploded on Han Fatty's chest, sending him flying backward.
"You...ugh...ugh..."
