Ouyang Zuoheng's arm bent at an angle no normal person could achieve.
It broke again, and that arm hung completely limp.
He turned and threw a punch, sending Long Aotian spinning several times before he crashed to the ground, spat out blood, and failed twice to get back up.
Ouyang Zuoheng yanked the short blade from his thigh and staggered over to Long Aotian. He clamped the knife between his teeth, grabbed Long Aotian by the hair, and hauled his head back.
Then he hooked Long Aotian's neck with the crook of his leg, grinned savagely, gripped the short blade with his one usable hand, and plunged it into Long Aotian's chest.
Long Aotian's body jolted, but he had no strength to resist. He could only weakly slap at Ouyang Zuoheng's thigh.
"Feels good, doesn't it? You killed my junior disciple brother, and now I'll kill you too!"
Zhao Ritian lay nearby, unable to move. With great difficulty, he said, "Fuck... you... got the guts... come at me... you bastard..."
Ouyang Zuoheng glanced back at the immobilized Zhao Ritian, gave an evil smile, and drove the knife into Long Aotian's chest again.
Stab after stab after stab. Long Aotian could not fight back, and blood kept pouring from his mouth.
His eyes bloodshot, Zhao Ritian slowly turned over and staggered toward them. He weakly and laboriously struck at Ouyang Zuoheng. "Let... let him go..."
Ouyang Zuoheng looked at Zhao Ritian, shook his head, drove the knife into Long Aotian's body, then seized Zhao Ritian by the throat and smiled at him.
"Favored Child of Heaven? Hahahaha! Ptooey!"
He hurled Zhao Ritian to the ground. "I'll stomp you! Stomp you! Stomp you! Stomp you to death! Worthless dog! Filthy trash! One-celled idiot!"
Just then, a voice rang out. "Ouyang, you old