"The giving has already been given, just give more..."
Hong Ying hacked off a beggar's hand and stuffed it into his mouth, "Is that enough for you?"
Li Banfeng was curious; Hong Ying couldn't see, yet she had managed to stuff it so accurately.
It was unclear whether it was due to frequently taking beatings, but the Begging Cultivator really could endure. He spat the hand out of his mouth and tried to use a Technique, "The giving has already been given..."
A cloud of Steam, from his feet to his head, peeled off a layer of the beggar's skin. Overwhelmed by the excruciating pain, the beggar gave up resisting.
"Spare my life! I am the Local Deity! I was sent by someone, I was sent by someone! I didn't mean to harm you!"
Upon hearing this, Hong Ying paused for a moment, then said to Li Banfeng, "Qi Lang, this isn't Yuan Showu."
Li Banfeng feigned surprise, "Oh, is it truly not him?"
Hong Ying shook her spearhead, "Though Yuan Showu has fled, he isn't a coward."
