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"": "A piercing scream suddenly erupted.
Luo Bin still had a chunk of flesh clenched between his teeth. The corners of his mouth curled into a cold, eerie smile.
An immense force slammed into him, sending him flying!
Wen Ye's face was deathly pale, blood gushing from his neck.
He clamped one hand over his neck and swept the other across his waist.
The excruciating pain pushed him closer to unconsciousness.
Drawing a bronze sword, Wen Ye made to hurl it!
But blood had completely soaked the hand covering his wound.
Before he could throw the sword, Wen Ye dropped stiffly to his knees. His mouth opened and closed, blood pouring out.
He had never imagined this.
He was the esteemed master of a Taoist temple, a Red Robe Taoist.
Yet someone had actually...
Bitten him to death?
Luo Bin slammed into a tree, feeling as though his back was about to break.
The chunk of flesh in his mouth was enormous, with red, purple, and bluish bits attached.
He had not merely bitten off a chunk of flesh. He had severed blood vessels and tendons too.
Blood slid down his throat. It tasted so sweet.
His mouth instinctively wanted to chew.
It was an instinct.
But a moment later, Luo Bin came to his senses. With a retch, he spat out the flesh, then forcefully spat the blood from his mouth.
Wen Ye's aged face stared at him, his eyes still open in death.
Luo Bin himself had never imagined he would kill the man this way.
But with his hands and feet bound, he really had had no other option.
His original plan had simply been to strike Wen Ye somewhere vulnerable and severely injure him.
But Wen Ye had been too cautious, giving