Shi Zhenxiang hurriedly clutched her head, cried out in pain, and collapsed to the ground, feigning unconsciousness.
Shi Baoxiang had no choice but to plead with Doudou to spare her sister.
Doudou gave her a stern look, "Hmph, you're all heartless and ungrateful. I'm done with you."
Shouldering the stick, she returned to her spot with the steamed buns, sat down cross-legged, and continued to watch her father, fully engrossed as he fought with a host of assassins using knives and guns.
In the midst of the battle, Wu Kuang suddenly let out a triumphant laugh!
He shouted, "Shen Zhou, even if you're awesome, you can't defeat our Dark Valley. Now that your stick has been whittled away, what will you fight with? Next, my brothers here are going to cut off your arms and legs!"
The situation for Shen Zhou seemed rather dire.
The stick in his hand had been whittled down to less than fifteen centimeters, with broken pieces scattered around on the ground.
