"You will stab yourself as many times as the number of dead clansmen?"
Many people exchanged stares, not sure how things were going to end up. At least a few thousand men had died this time; was Jiang Yi going to stab himself a few thousand times>
"Eh?!"
Qi Qingchen looked at the blood gushing out from the few holes in Jiang Yi's body as she opened her mouth in shock; she couldn't bear to keep watching. To her, getting injured was nothing serious; she had also seen many people die. However, this form of cruel self-mutilation was a first for her. Furthermore, it was happening on a man that she had a rather complex relationship with.
Tsk! Tsk!
After Jiang Yi finished speaking, his dagger continued to stab at his stomach, thighs, shoulders, and chest as blood continued to gush. Every stab was very deep, and it left a huge hole in his body, just like a pillar of blood spurting out; it was very terrifying.
Five stabs, ten stabs… twenty stabs…
