Jacob Wright and the others were all amazed as they looked on.
William Cole had already fallen gravely ill and could die at any moment, with only a day or two left to live, yet he managed to let out such a roar of anger?
"What? You, a dying man, think you can still turn the heavens?"
Jacob Wright looked at William Cole with a cold smile on his face.
Minnie Wright still had her eyes closed, not daring to look at William Cole's face.
She knew that at this moment, William Cole must be deeply disappointed in her; she had no face to see him now.
"I can die, and you can kill me, and take away my Kirin arm!" William Cole's voice was low, his face pale, and his breathing became very labored, like an elderly person severely ill.
Unexpectedly, Jacob Wright watched William Cole, waiting for him to continue.
Sure enough, William Cole's voice continued, "My death is acceptable, and you can take the Kirin arm."
"But let Minnie Wright go, release her!"
"What?"
