"Howl——" The body of Wang Di, who lay on the ground rapidly decomposing, now bore countless surgical knives. Just on his rotting, melting face alone, seven or eight scalpels had been driven in.
A cold smile crept over Xu Ruyun's lips. Is this the supposed Sixth-order Powerhouse? The sensation of driving a scalpel into the body of a Sixth-order Powerhouse was quite peculiar——
Wang Di's eyes were wide open. Although death was imminent, he could not bear the humiliation, and glared at Xu Ruyun, a deeply indescribable hatred radiating from his eyes.
Having always been a dominant figure, Wang Di had never experienced such humiliation before, even less from an opponent of a lower rank who was vastly inferior to him.
"Ah——" A sudden shriek of despair. The fallen Wang Di saw one of his right or left hands and the Level Five powerhouse neck blood soared like a fountain. His head had been severed by Meng Jun's swing of the Grim Reaper's scythe, his life harvested by death himself.
