Guo Huan almost died from the pain.
However, Su Mo would not let him die so easily.
Su Mo sealed his acupoints with sword qi. This way, he could live a little longer and hurt a little longer.
Su Mo walked towards him step by step, and the blood on the tip of his sword dripped to the ground.
Su Mo's face was expressionless. "I don't like killing. I don't feel anything when I kill people."
When he killed someone for the first time, he didn't feel anything.
No matter how many people he killed, he still felt nothing.
However, this was the most terrifying.
How cold must one be to be indifferent to killing?
He was a lunatic!
He was a complete lunatic!
No, a lunatic still had some feelings. This man had nothing.
Guo Huan had always thought that he was the most special one, but after seeing Su Mo tonight, he realized what a true maniac was.
