With a series of explosions, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and several Iron Blood Horse Thieves were crushed beyond recognition, dying on the spot.
Ya Sang looked at Wang Xu with eyes brimming with tears.
"It was you who wanted to kill me... you who killed my parents... killed Wang Zhe... I will avenge them... you all must die!"
Endless hatred shone through bloodshot eyes. Wang Xu let out a furious roar, dragging his weak body, limping towards the village entrance.
Along the way, Iron Blood Horse Thieves wielding cleavers came rushing head-on.
But before they could touch Wang Xu, they were crushed into meat patties, a bloody mess, with brain matter and blood mixed together, spread all over the ground.
Bang, bang, bang...
Wherever Wang Xu passed, it became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He bathed in the torrential rain of blood, like a demon walking out of Hell, massacring the Iron Blood Horse Thieves.
"Hmm?"
