Ba Peng suddenly couldn't help it, a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out directly, his whole body kept shaking, then staggered backwards.
Just as Ba Peng's figure staggered backward, Xiaobao suddenly snorted coldly and charged directly toward Ba Peng's figure.
"What? Not good!"
As Ba Peng saw Xiaobao's figure moving backward, he felt a pang of fear, his face turned even paler. He knew Xiaobao was here to kill him.
"Bastard!"
Looking at Xiaobao closing in, Ba Peng gritted his teeth and attempted to flee. He had already lost two arms to Xiaobao and had no combat power left. If Xiaobao got close, he would certainly be finished.
"Trying to run? Humph, you won't get away!"
Xiaobao flashed a cold smile, his figure accelerated instantly to Ba Peng's rear, quickly raising the dagger that gleamed with a cold light in his hand.
"Kid, stop!"
