Crack-rip!
Blood dripped onto the ground, and Qin Ze gritted his teeth and screamed.
Bai Ling tore off one of his arms, shot Jiang Chen a threatening look, and tossed the bloody severed arm onto the ground, letting out a string of silvery laughter.
The next instant-
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Jiang Chen indulged her none of it. He went up and delivered several more resounding slaps. This time, Bai Ling's jaw was knocked straight out of alignment. Even if she wanted to laugh again, she would probably struggle to do so.
"How dare you treat Young Master Qin like that?"
"You're asking for death!"
Feeling the ghostly hand abruptly tighten around his neck, Qin Ze went green in the face.
You bastard, thanks a lot!
"Do you really not care whether he lives?" Bai Ling's voice sank completely.
"I care so much! Young Master Qin is our team's spiritual leader, our dearest friend. If you want to kill him, you'll have to ask my slaps for permission first!" As Jiang Chen spoke, he seemed extremely agitated. Unable to hold himself back, he raised his hand high again.
This time, Bai Ling did not stand there and take it.
She tightened her grip and crushed Qin Ze's neck. He stared fixedly at Jiang Chen, filled with resentment and unwillingness, and slowly breathed his last.
Then Bai Ling's figure flashed as she retreated at top speed.
But Jiang Chen was faster. With an almost overpoweringly brutal movement, he slammed his palm down to the ground, pinning her beneath it. Then he swung his sandbag-sized fist and landed two thudding punches, crushing Bai Ling's head into a puddle of pulp.
Yet her headless corpse suddenly began to convulse violently.
Cold resentment intertwined above her neck, forming another head. A layer of blood still