"Although it seems you're already crippled, you are still an A-class ninja, after all, so let me give you a little respect,"
the strange thing said mockingly, slowly pulling out its right hand that had been hidden behind its back, revealing a bone knife that was chillingly white and about six feet long.
"That knife... where did you get that knife?"
Wang Minghai stared at the bone knife in the strange thing's hand, suddenly froze for a moment, and then roared his question.
"Oh, you mean this knife?" the strange thing arched its nonexistent brow and said slowly, "I took it from your younger apprentice brother after I had slaughtered him. To be honest, the quality is so-so, but it might be good for slaying dragons."
"You killed Haroldon?"
Wang Minghai questioned, word by word, his lips twitching slightly.
"Correct, and now it's your turn,"
