"Young Master Mu, please do me a favor. Destroy his martial arts and extract the Bone Melting Palm's force. I want him to watch as he scratches his own bones out," Mandala said coldly, her gaze fixed silently on the scar-faced man.
"Manman, isn't this a bit too much?" Lin Yafei softly said to Mandala.
The reason Lin Yafei said this was not out of fear, but because after spending time together today, she truly regarded Mandala as her younger sister and naturally did not want Mandala's hands stained with blood.
"But, it's not too much at all. All of the Heavenly God's lackeys need to die."
