Yet all of this was still based on the fact that Xiaowu had shown mercy. Otherwise, his injuries wouldn't have been as simple as just dislocations. Although Xiaowu's Soul Power wasn't pure enough to shatter his bones without killing him, the pain from full-body dislocations was even more unbearable. Even if he recovered later on, he would have lingering hidden injuries.
It was at this moment that a series of footsteps sounded, gradually approaching from this direction.
"The old madam from that chicken coop said that Bu Le was coming over here with a little girl. This guy, he couldn't have encountered some top-notch goods and decided to hog it all to himself, could he?" The speaker had a magnetic and deep voice, a standard baritone. If one were to only hear the voice, it would probably be irresistibly attractive to women over thirty.
