Her voice hoarse, she shouted, "Sha Feiyang, do we have such a great grudge against each other? It was only because you chased me for three years and couldn't catch me that you had to beat me to death. I'm almost killed by you!"
"Just like someone just said, if you can't have me, nobody else should either. Do you really have to beat me to death?"
This deep questioning was like the cuckoo's blood-stained cries, eliciting a round of angry rebukes from the surrounding tough guys. They all said Sha Feiyang was going too far; how could he beat such a beautiful woman to that extent.
Originally, with skin so fair and a lovely demeanor, she was nearly beaten into looking like an African aunty.
Sha Feiyang truly had an unspeakable bitterness.
He himself couldn't understand why his Heavenly Thunder Palm had suddenly become so powerful, so much so that even he couldn't control it.
Even Master Dong, sitting on the stage drinking tea, furrowed his brow.
