Wang Hou smiled and said, "Back then, you relied on your cultivation to kill, set fires, and rob everywhere, taking twelve innocent lives. Just for that alone, you deserve to die."
"After you joined the Asura Sect, you infiltrated Da Xia several times to carry out missions, killing seventeen more people... If I spare your lives, who will pay for these twenty-nine souls?"
As he spoke, he lightly struck a palm.
Bang!
Li Laoer's tall and burly body lay stiffly in the speedboat.
There were no visible injuries on his body, only a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His life force quickly dissipated, and even his soul melted away like snow in an instant.
"Second Brother!"
"No!"
Li Laoda roared, and his hunched back burst open, sending a large amount of black blood spewing from the wound. The black blood hissed and emitted green smoke. As Li Laoda's mouth moved, he unleashed a witchcraft spell, sending the blood splashing towards Wang Hou.
