"Old Ninth, please, I'm begging you, fight back!"
Yu Leer bit her lip, blood slowly seeping out.
She had tried several times to break free of Steven's hold and failed. Her heart broke, too.
The man who had risked his life for her was at death's door, and a certain woman's figure gradually grew clearer in her mind.
"Number Three, rip out his spine. I want to see this unyielding Ninth Master kneel before me."
Steven gulped down a mouthful of red wine, impatient to see Old Ninth killed.
"Hehe, looks like I can't play with you anymore. Be afraid. I want to hear you scream."
Number Three bent down again and stuck out her long tongue.
This time, her tongue was covered in barbs.
Her thick hair swayed like venomous snakes, as though it had come alive.
"Hehe, hurry up. I can't wait to see his bones ripped out."
"Hahaha, I bet he's pissed his pants by now."
Number One and Number Two mocked him without restraint.
Steven settled into a comfortable position and took out his phone, ready to record the slaughter.
Ring, ring, ring.
Old Ninth's alarm rang again.
This time, the black energy completely consumed half his face.
The wind rose.
A familiar scent drifted over.
Old Ninth's eyes lit up.
That man had arrived.
Yes.
No matter when or where, he would never leave Old Ninth to fight alone.
"Tiger..."
Old Ninth roared, unleashing all the frustration he had just endured.
Every chain on his body shattered.
The old man behind Steven paled.
An incomparably fierce killing intent swept out of the darkness.
A gale carrying that killing intent lashed Steven's face painfully.
"Young master, watch out!" The butler threw one arm out in terror, shielding Steven behind him.
The next second.
Vroom, vroom, vroom.