"Damn it!"
Yi Chen's expression was utterly grim. The poison in his body had just spread to his right palm and the toes of his right foot, making even gripping his sword a struggle.
Bang!
As the Black-Robed Man closed in, Yi Chen hurled a punch.
The Black-Robed Man gave a vicious grin, reached out to seize Yi Chen's fist, and yanked hard.
"Pfft!"
Yi Chen instantly lost his balance and fell facedown, his mouth slamming hard against the ground as he let out a painful groan.
"Heh heh, I suggest you tell me everything like a good boy. I don't want to get rough, so there's no need to keep resisting," the Black-Robed Man said with a savage grin.
"I won't talk even if I die!" Yi Chen gritted his teeth and held firm, but his face grew increasingly pale.
"You don't know a favor when you see one!" The Black-Robed Man's eyes widened in anger, and he sent Yi Chen flying with a kick.
Bang, bang, bang-
Yi Chen tumbled across the ground, smashing several massive stone pillars. Crimson blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
His face was deathly pale, his eyes dull. He no longer had the slightest thought of fighting.
His only thought now was to get out of here as quickly as possible.
"Boy, I advise you not to think about running." The Black-Robed Man let out a sinister laugh. "Unless you can escape my sight, you're... dead today!"
"You despicable bastard!" Yi Chen snarled through clenched teeth.
The Master Youyue Qin rose and walked gently over to Yi Chen, comforting him in a soft voice. "Don't blame him. It's an occupational sickness. He gets excited every time he sees someone's corpse."
"You don't understand!" Yi Chen glared at the Master Youyue Qin