Seeing Fox, who had been like a god of death just moments ago, now fallen into a pool of blood, Huo Biao started to gloat exuberantly again.
He saw that Fox could no longer move, so he stepped forward and kicked him hard, shouting triumphantly.
"Damn you, you almost scared me to death. Weren't you being all badass? How come you're lying on the ground like a dead dog now? Weren't you going to kill me? Come on, kill me, kill me!"
"Ah!"
From his throat, Fox let out a wild beast-like roar and suddenly sprung up, pouncing at Huo Biao with bared teeth and flailing claws.
"Pfft!"
Huo Biao suddenly felt an intense pain in his lower abdomen. The fruit knife he had plunged into An Xin ten days ago was now thrust squarely into his own body.
His eyes split wide with disbelief as he watched this unfold. Blood gushed out from his abdomen like a park fountain, pouring forth ceaselessly. His body went limp, collapsing like a heap of mud.
