The battle knife, sharp and piercing, went through Sheng Anhe's sole, impaling his foot and nailing it to the ground.
Blood spilled, staining the earth red.
"Ah!!!"
Caught off guard, Sheng Anhe's face twisted in pain, and he let out a scream, instinctively trying to retract his foot.
Thud!
However, before he could retract his foot, Zhou Xinghe descended from above and stepped on the battle knife.
The blade immediately sank into the ground, firmly pinning Sheng Anhe's foot in place.
"Ah!"
Intense pain caused Sheng Anhe to let out a heart-wrenching scream, his forehead drenched in sweat, his expression contorted in agony.
Although it seemed slow, in reality, from the moment the battle knife pierced Sheng Anhe's sole to Zhou Xinghe's appearance, it all happened in a flash.
Zhou Xinghe stood before Sheng Anhe, his gaze chilling like a knife. "Kid, you have quite the temper."
Ren Zhenguo was dumbfounded at the sight.
