Nothing stimulates the nerves more than blood and pain.
Even a fierce man like Wang Tiefei was no exception. The moment his kneecap shattered, he screamed miserably, trembling as he pleaded, "Ah, hero, spare me, I realize my mistake, I realize my mistake, I'm not from Black Wind Village, whatever grudge you have with Black Wind Village is none of my business... spare me, spare me!"
By the end of his words, Wang Tiefei's face was already dark, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain, and his whole body convulsing, barely able to support himself.
Jiang Dali sat leisurely on a chair, smiling faintly, "You've got some guts, considering people in the Martial World fear provoking Black Wind Village, yet you dared to impersonate their elite.
Go ahead, tell me, what's your Hell Sect doing here? Is the Hell God Monarch nearby?"
The surrounding disciples of the Hell Sect were already scared out of their wits by Jiang Dali's casual prowess, pinned down with just two chopsticks.
