"What a fine slaughter, what wonderful deaths—go die, all of you! Hahaha!"
Yuan Ying, whose jaw Zhou Kai had healed, rested his tilted head against a broken wall. Watching the members of the four families perish at lightning speed under Zhou Kai's attacks, he laughed maniacally.
Ding Long dragged several disciples' descendants in front of him as shields. After escaping Zhou Kai's killing blow, he glared at Yuan Ying. "You little bastard, you've truly gone mad! If we don't buy time and ask the disciples of our superior sect to come down, do you think the handful of stragglers in Five-Family Fort can stand against someone from the Shujian Sect?"
"Yuan Fang failed to raise his son properly. How could he have spawned a little bastard like you?"
After exchanging several blows with Zhou Kai, Ding Long realized he had no chance of winning. Even with all his strength, he could only watch Zhou Kai sweep away the Ding Family members like an autumn wind scattering fallen leaves.
Resentment and fury had also built up inside him, with nowhere to go—
Besides, was Yuan Ying really blameless in Zhou Kai's sudden attack? If the little bastard hadn't barked nonsense just now, they might have managed to keep Zhou Kai calm!
"You little Yuan Family bastard, you Shujian Sect scum—you all deserve to die!"
Ding Long's gaze abruptly turned vicious. He might be unable to do anything to Zhou Kai right now, but he could still kill Yuan Ying again.
At least once he slaughtered the brat, he would no longer have to listen to that irritating racket!
Whoosh!
Ding Long jerked his arm, throwing the ancestral sword Zhou Kai had casually severed toward Yuan Ying.
The two-foot broken blade shot before Yuan Ying's eyes in an instant.
Yuan Ying's pupils