"No..."
Tears streamed from Leng Ruobing's eyes as she screamed in agony.
Puchi!
Another sword pierced into Ye Luo's body, drawing out a streak of fresh blood.
Ye Luo bit his lips tightly, not uttering a sound, just standing there with an unchanged expression, as though the sword had not pierced his body at all.
Looking at Ye Luo's demeanor, everyone couldn't help but exclaim to themselves, "Now that's a real tough guy."
"Continue!"
Leng Pengyu, seeing Ye Luo's expression unchanged, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam, commanded once again.
Pu! Pu! Pu!
In the blink of an eye, three or four swords were all thrust into Ye Luo's body, piercing through his abdomen, chest, back, thighs, and calves, each creating a hole, fresh blood flowing like a babbling brook, rapidly staining the ground red, and Ye Luo's face began to turn pale.
