"Hahaha! Enforcing justice on Heaven's behalf? What a joke! Ye Xiwen, I admit that I fell into your hands this time, but don't use such a laughable excuse. Enforcing justice on Heaven's behalf? Every one of us does things that defy the heavens—who truly holds the Heavenly Dao in their eyes? Enforcing justice on Heaven's behalf? What a joke!" The leader of the Blood Bandit Seven Riders burst into laughter. Blood streamed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth. Perhaps his internal organs had been shattered; at this moment, the blood simply would not stop.
"You simply don't understand. Defying the heavens?" Ye Xiwen chuckled, his gaze growing even sharper. "Someone like you would not deserve sympathy no matter how you died!"
"You are formidable, truly someone extraordinary. I have fallen today, to think I would end up in the hands of a mere brat like you! But even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" The leader of the Blood Bandit Seven Riders roared with a savage expression. Within a single day, he had watched all his brothers die before him, and the blow had driven him to desperately activate a secret art.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
All the aura around him abruptly swelled, expanding like an inflated balloon and becoming incomparably powerful.
"Trying to turn the tables? With just you?" Ye Xiwen gave him no chance at all and directly reached out with a massive hand.
Bang! The leader of the Blood Bandit Seven Riders was instantly seized in his grasp. With a violent burst, he was crushed on the spot, exploding into a rain of vital blood that Ye Xiwen absorbed. This leader had been even stronger than the old man beside Young Lord Ghost Luck, and the vital blood contained within him was naturally even