CRACK!
CRACK!
Two more of Bai Zhengqing's ribs snapped.
The excruciating pain made life worse than death, and he wished he could just drop dead on the spot.
Yet even while enduring such agony, he refused to show weakness. "Kill me! Kill me if you have the guts!"
"Fucking tough bastard." Pang Yueming grew furious. He wanted to see Bai Zhengqing on his knees, begging for mercy.
But the kid was a rabid dog; the more he was beaten, the fiercer he became. This gave Pang Yueming a feeling of trepidation.
And this feeling made Pang Yueming extremely uncomfortable. He was actually afraid of a mere Inner Force Master?
'What kind of joke is this?'
"Let's see how long you can keep that tough talk up!" As Pang Yueming spoke, he grabbed a handful of Bai Zhengqing's hair and violently ripped it out.
AAAAH...
Bai Zhengqing felt as if his soul was about to leave his body. The searing pain from his scalp made him convulse uncontrollably.
