Qi Zhao let out a cold snort, and Ling Jue fell heavily.
Ling Jue couldn't help but let out a scream, and he said with difficulty, "It's not me, it's really not me..."
Qi Zhao had no intention of listening; he raised his hand again.
Ling Jue was suspended in the air time and again, only to be smashed down over and over.
After several times, he became a blood-soaked figure, unable to move at all!
The King of Ten Thousand Demons was furious, and no one dared to provoke him! Qingxiao Sword Master's brow twitched, only daring to watch with eyes wide open.
"Now, do you have any questions regarding Ling Jue's crimes?" Qi Zhao said coldly.
Just now.
He just watched that scene and could feel Tuanzi's fear and dread.
And Tuanzi itself?
Trapped in such a desperate situation, how terrified it must have been!
So many small beasts sacrificed themselves for it, what must it have felt!
Ling Jue!
Deserves death!
The scene was silent.
