As the Black Sword struck down, Zhou Min's body tilted to the side. Despite this, an arm was still chopped off, and blood spurted out, dyeing the entire ground red...
"Ah!!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed across the sky. Zhou Min's face turned pale with pain, on the brink of fainting, yet her strong will made even losing consciousness a luxury...
"You are a devil!"
Indeed, this man must be a devil...
"Let me count, how many times has it been?" Ye Wuchen laughed coldly. "The first time, you sent her to the Beifeng Plain, intending for those on the plain to kill her. The second time, you imprisoned her in a formation, hoping she would perish under the claws of demon beasts. The third time, during the draw, you deliberately chose a High-level God King, wishing to use his hand to get rid of her..."
With each account Ye Wuchen listed, Zhou Min's heart grew colder.
What goes around comes around; too many evil deeds will eventually bring retribution...
