Feng Yong didn't even have time to utter a single scream of agony.
Clutching his bleeding neck wound tightly with his hands, the blood still gushed forth like a fountain. He stared at Yan Ding, wanting to ask why?
It was difficult for Feng Yong to believe even as he lay dying!
His heart was also filled with extreme unwillingness!
He tried to open his mouth, only to spit out blood, then his last breath vanished, and with a gaze full of death's defiance, he fell to the ground, dead.
The stab from Yan Ding was incredibly fierce, severing half of Feng Yong's neck, not giving any chance for rescue.
Seeing Feng Yong lying in a pool of blood, the sudden turn of events left everyone present as still as statues.
Yan Ding's action was something no one could comprehend.
"Yong'er!" Feng Ye was the first to come to his senses, letting out a mournful roar, nearly collapsing.
He staggered forward, cradling his son who lay in a pool of blood, his eyes filled with sorrow.
