Ling Feng's chest was ablaze with fury.
Such injuries were clearly meant to beat Lo Jianying to death.
His limbs were fractured, and all the tendons in his hands and feet were severed; it was fair to say that he was now thoroughly crippled.
Even if Ling Feng could use the "Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique" to repair his tendons, such injuries were enough to damage his martial arts foundation.
What kind of deep hatred and enmity could drive someone to torture another to death like this?
"Junior Master Ling, I... I'm fine, I really... am fine." Lo Jianying, feeling the icy murderous aura emanating from Ling Feng, kept repeating the same sentence in a weak voice. Gradually, his voice grew fainter, and he once again passed out from the pain.
The pain racking his body made each minute and each second a hellish ordeal for him.
