Kacha kacha sounds kept on coming from the ground around Fang Xingjian as a formless power seemed to brush past the viscous yet dried blood, leaving trails of one-inch long marks on the ground.
Fang Xingjian looked coldly at Jura as if he was looking at a pile of dead flesh.
He said coldly,"These commoners were all killed by you?"
"Hehehehe." The shorty's face broke into an expression which seemed like he was lingering on a great memory. He merely said,"They are all gifts presented to god. Pain, desperation, and sadness... These are the only gifts which we can present to our god."
He then licked his lips and said,"Warrior of the Empire, how do you wish to die? Is it for me to cut off your meat piece by piece, eating you up?
"Or is it for me to put you into a pot of oil to fry you up?" He circled around Fang Xingjian with a gaze of a crazy maniac.
