Dai Mubai looked down, his face full of disbelief. Had he really just been castrated?
The next moment, excruciating pain surged over him like a tidal wave, and his face twisted in agony.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
He clutched his wound with both hands and let out a bloodcurdling wail that made everyone's scalp tingle.
Seeing his miserable state, Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun stared in horror and instinctively squeezed their legs together.
Watching his old friend suffer like that, Oscar felt a pang of sympathy between his legs. He glanced at Ma Hongjun and silently warned himself: Don't run your mouth. Don't run your mouth. Whatever you do, don't run your mouth.
Both of his good friends had offended people they couldn't afford to offend by running their mouths, and ended up like this. He couldn't follow in their footsteps.
Ning Rongrong, meanwhile, looked utterly stunned and didn't know what to do.
Dai Mubai's words had been outrageous, but she wasn't that angry yet—not nearly as angry as Jian Douluo, at least.
That was just how it was sometimes. You could insult me, but you couldn't insult someone I cared about.
That was how Ning Rongrong felt now. She hadn't expected Grandpa Sword to take out Dai Mubai's manhood the moment he struck. Wasn't that a little too much...?
"G-Grandpa Sword..."
Jian Douluo raised a hand to stop her. "Rongrong, don't say anything. Grandpa Sword will get justice for you."
As he spoke, he reached a large hand around to the back of Ning Rongrong's neck and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the spot.
He had made her pass out because he didn't want the girl to see anything too gruesome.
Then Jian Douluo swung the Seven Kill Sword in his hand