The ropes continued to lash across Xiao Yu’s body, drawing new wounds with each strike.
“Maybe if you kneel down, beg for mercy, and say that Ming Fei’s the son of a b*tch, perhaps I might consider giving you an easy death. Otherwise, I shall turn you into my pet and torture you every day to ease the hatred in my heart!” The Death God issued a savage laughter.
Xiao Yu coldly spat his rebuke, “You’re the son of a b*tch!”
The Death God paused for a brief moment before saying in a sinister tone, “Since you reject my offer and have to be coerced, then don’t blame me! Hmph, hmph……”
*Pa!* *Pa!* *Pa!*
Five or six ropes instantly turned as hard as steel and pierced themselves through Xiao Yu’s body. Blood splattered all over the place and one of his ribs were shattered, causing Xiao Yu to issue a miserable shriek.
“Hahaha, scream, scream! All the better if it can be heard by that old bastard!” The Death God issued a satisfied laughter.
