Last time, Ye Qiu felt that letting them go was already very merciful. After all, these mortals were really just like ants to him.
Now, they have dared to offend him again. Ye Qiu picked up the sharp knife on the ground; he only needed to gently stab it into the opponent's throat, and they would die as if a chicken was being bled.
But such a death would still be the most comfortable.
This time, he wanted to cripple their meridians and turn the martial artists into cripples.
While grabbing the opponent's neck, he said, "I'll give you one chance. Who is your master?"
The two did not speak.
However, the pain in their bodies intensified, making them think the poison was causing a severe reaction.
"We won't talk."
It was certainly impossible for them to betray their master.
The opponent said coldly.
"Haha!"
Ye Qiu sneered even colder.
