"No next time? What do you mean by that?"
Song Jiuxiao's expression was incredibly ugly.
He stared at Jiang Chen in disbelief.
Jiang Chen said coolly, "Dead men, naturally, don't get a next time!"
This Song Jiuxiao was an absolute bastard.
For his own selfish desires, he had tried to desecrate their ancestral tombs. When Zifeng Jun and Purple Wind Frost tried to stop him, he not only nearly crippled Zifeng Jun but also planned to defile Purple Wind Frost right in front of the Purple Wind Clan's ancestral graves.
His actions were worse than a beast's!
Towards such scum, Jiang Chen would show no mercy or pity!
BZZZT!
A glint of cold light gathered between his fingers. With a flick, it shot out.
PFFT!
The cold light was like a lightning bolt, gone in an instant.
This silver glint pulsed with incredibly condensed True Essence, blooming with a brilliant, sharp radiance. In a flash, it sliced clean through Song Jiuxiao's arm, severing it at the shoulder.
"AWOOOO!"
