Puff!
The young man's scream fell, and the sword pierced through his body.
But his expression was extremely ferocious, glaring fiercely at Jimo Yi, giving off a chilling gaze...
Elder Ling's body trembled a few times, but he did not speak; he simply closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to witness this cruel scene...
"Elder Ling, next, it's your family's turn. The first to face the blade will be your precious granddaughter!"
Hearing the man's cruel voice, Meimei's small body shivered, fearfully watching the samurai approaching her...
Grandpa, save me...
She wanted to shout, but her throat felt dry, unable to make a sound. Terror filled her heart, making her little face turn pale...
The samurai looked coldly at Meimei, without a hint of mercy for her age. The sword in his hand swept toward her like the wind; just a slight cut, and her little head would fall...
After all, Meimei was just a child, feeling the closeness of death, she burst into tears.
