Jia Lin listened without expression, condensing a longsword from flames. She slowly walked over to Jiang Weiqiang and Zhang Chujia.
Seeing Jia Lin approach with her sword in hand, Zhang Chujia hurriedly said, "Calm down. Don't forget, I was the one who found you in the beginning. I showed you kindness—are you going to repay kindness with hatred?"
"You showed me kindness? Heh, you really have the nerve to say that!"
Whoosh! A flash of sword light swept past, directly severing one of Zhang Chujia's arms.
"Ah..."
The excruciating pain of losing her arm made Zhang Chujia scream incessantly. Her screams also snapped the dazed Jiang Weiqiang back to his senses.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
Jia Lin glanced at Jiang Weiqiang, her expression as cold as ever.
"Stop? Why should I stop? When she was extracting my bloodline, how many times did I beg her to stop? She never stopped even once. And now you want me to stop—why should I?"
"You bitch, how dare you—"
Zhang Chujia had clearly lost her mind. She still dared to curse Jia Lin at a time like this, and another slash of the sword turned her directly into a slit-mouthed woman.
Her screams became even more bizarre, sounding like those of some unknown wild beast.
Even Qian Renxue could not help clicking her tongue at Jia Lin's method of revenge.
"She really is ruthless."
"That just shows how much she has suffered."
"Are those two still useful? If they are, remind her not to kill them."
"It's fine. They aren't very useful. Dragon Star was due for a purge anyway. We never intended to handle matters here peacefully."
"Mm, then I understand. Jia Lin, go ahead and do whatever you want. You don't need to worry about anything. Even if you flay both