Qin Wu clenched his fists, his hair drifting down as his face bled. Sword Qi slashed across his cheek, the bright red Divine Blood glistening and splendid, flowing like scarlet ribbons.
"You... good, good, good!" He gritted his teeth, his body radiating splendid silver light, and his hair stood on end. This was truly a tremendous dishonor.
"Is this a god?" Shi Hao held the Magic Sword, stepping through the void as he pursued him.
Hearing this, Qin Wu's blood surged violently, rushing to the crown of his head, nearly bursting out of his body. His face flushed with humiliation and outrage, humbled by an ordinary person.
In particular, a piece of his earlobe had been sliced off, almost completely cut away. Such immense disgrace was beyond words. His ears bled, the crimson tinged with silver light, dripping continuously, exuding a morbid beauty.
