He laughed and laughed.
Suddenly, Chen Hao stopped laughing, his expression becoming extremely cold.
Accompanied by a pale blue light flashing across his eyes, a frigid burst of Sword Qi surged forth from his body, directly slicing across the wrist of A Xin's left hand that was gripping his throat.
In an instant, a pool of fresh red blood gushed out from the wrist of A Xin's left hand.
A Xin looked astonished, unable to believe that everything that had just happened was real.
"If you don't let go right now, I guarantee you'll end up just like Xu Sheng, the City Lord of Mucheng, in two seconds!" Chen Hao said, glaring at A Xin with eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
A Xin's body suddenly trembled, then he immediately released his left hand and staggered back two steps.
"Return Luo Luo's Yin Soul to me!" Chen Hao commanded A Xin, his tone and gaze both exceptionally sharp.
