Chapter 351: Chapter 347 Who Gave You the Gall? Chapter 351: Chapter 347 Who Gave You the Gall? The wrinkled, sleazy old face was brimming with arrogance and triumph; no term could adequately describe the loathso smirk of a petty man achieving petty power.
If Hei Ta were here, even he would look three tis more handso than this old man.
“Stomp on him!”
“Stomp harder!”
The old man pointed at Taotie, laughing wildly.
Upon hearing their boss’s command, the bodyguards imdiately began stomping on Taotie, one foot after another.
Gag—
Taotie vomited a mouthful of fresh blood.
He still tried to get up, crawling toward his daughter.
“Don’t…”
“Please don’t…”
Jiang Xinyan shook her head continuously, with tears streaming down and dampening her clothes.
“Uncle, I beg you, stop tornting him. If you want the position of Sect Master, I’ll give it to you, okay? I’ll take you to get the Grave-robbing Talisman, just please let him go…”
Jiang Xinyan pleaded with the old man incessantly.
This was the first ti she had given in.
For the man she loved, she lowered her proud head to the despicable figure before her.
“Hahaha…”
Hearing Jiang Xinyan’s plea, the old man laughed even more joyously, his eyes filled with delight.
“Daddy…”
At that mont, Jiang Nannan, who had been staring blankly at Taotie, suddenly cried out and stumbled toward him.
This sudden cry of “Daddy” stunned Taotie, but then he smiled.
“Don’t cry, sweetheart, Daddy’s here!”
Hearing his daughter’s call, the term he held dear in his heart, Taotie seed to no longer feel the pain; his eyes fixed on his daughter stumbling toward him.
The old man’s eyes flashed with a cold light, and he yelled, “Grab that little brat, and smash her to death!”
Hatred and madness filled the old man’s eyes.
He couldn’t bear to see Jiang Xinyan and Taotie have even a shred of happiness. If they did, he wanted to personally tear it apart and subrge them in eternal despair.
“No!”
“Stop!”
Jiang Xinyan and Taotie cried out at the sa ti.
Upon hearing the old man’s command, a muscular man swung his hand and grabbed Jiang Nannan’s collar, lifting her high off the ground.
“Please no…”
“I’m begging you, let her go!”
Jiang Xinyan scread and begged, desperately trying to break free from the grip of two brawny n.
Taotie’s eyes were bulging with rage; he exerted all his strength to try to get up and save his precious daughter, but as soon as he started to rise, he was kicked in the back and once more trampled into the bloody mud.
“Please…”
“I beg you…”
Amid the pleas of Taotie and Jiang Xinyan, the muscular man bared his teeth in a ferocious smile, looking to the old man, “Boss, shall I throw her down?”
“Hahaha…”
“Do it!”
“But don’t kill her with one throw!”
“Throw her a few more tis. I enjoy seeing their abject begging.”
The old man laughed breathlessly, as if avenging himself on Taotie and Jiang Xinyan brought him the utmost pleasure.
“Okay!”
The brawny man responded and, holding Jiang Nannan up, was about to throw her.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Just then, a series of whooshing sounds pierced the air.
The man holding Jiang Nannan, the one restraining Jiang Xinyan, and the one stomping on Taotie, each had a Flying Dagger lodged in their throats.
“Killing my people, did you ask my permission?”
An icy voice, as cold as frost, drifted over from afar.
“Who’s there?”
The old man was startled and bellowed.
“Princess Your Highness…”
Hearing that voice, Taotie shed tears, murmuring to himself.
This voice, he was all too familiar with it.
It was Fang Xiaocao’s voice.
“Who gave you the gall, daring to touch my people?”
As the voice sounded, Fang Xiaocao, dressed in a black tracksuit, her hair dotted with sweat beads, slowly walked over.
The old man sized up Fang Xiaocao from top to bottom, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes. He was a master himself, with a keen eye, and could naturally see that Fang Xiaocao was not very strong.
The old man sneered: “Seize her!”
“Hehe…”
“Thinking you can play the hero without weighing your own strength.”
Fang Xiaocao’s expression remained icy cold, devoid of any emotion as she stared at the approaching group of roughly twenty brawny n.
The next second!
Fang Xiaocao’s gaze beca deep abyssal: “Kneel!”
As Fang Xiaocao’s icy voice rang out, the grinning n who were closing in on her suddenly froze as if a pause button had been hit, their faces showing struggle.
“Kneel!”
Fang Xiaocao commanded sternly.
Thorap—
Before Fang Xiaocao’s words had died away, the brawny n, as if bewitched, knelt down in a line in front of her.
“Ha!”
Fang Xiaocao sneered coldly, turning her gaze to the old man.
She slowly raised her hand, pointing at him.
“Kill him!”
“And do it in a thousand cuts and slashes way!”
Fang Xiaocao said coldly.
The next second!
“Yes!”
All the n kneeling on the ground answered in unison, rose to their feet, drew their weapons, and silently advanced towards the old man.
“Do you intend to rebel?”
The old man angrily scolded the n.
But the n turned a deaf ear.
“You…”
The old man wanted to say sothing else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a brawny man stabbed at him with a knife.
The old man had to shut up and dodge swiftly.
The rest of the n surrounded him in an instant.
And began to attack from all sides.
Every move was aid to take his life.
Surrounded by so many n, the old man quickly began to run out of strength, his breath heaving like a bellows.
Although these brawny n all knew so Kung Fu, they were actually not masters, not even second-rate; otherwise, Taotie would not have been exhausted after killing so many people.
But even the mighty Taotie would be dragged to exhaustion by the sheer number in a crowd, let alone an old man whose body had been hollowed out by a life of indulgence?
When the old man stabbed the tenth brawny man to death, a bayonet was thrust into his back.
A vicious look flashed in the old man’s eyes as he turned and crushed the attacking brawny man, but before he could catch his breath, two more bayonets plunged into his belly. The old man swung his knife, killing one man, but quickly more than a dozen bayonets pierced his body everywhere.
The old man let out a wail and lost his ability to fight in an instant, impaled by the bayonets wielded by a dozen brawny n, who lifted him up.
“Spare my life, please…”
“Let go, I beg you…”
The old man wailed in agony, begging Fang Xiaocao for rcy.
Fang Xiaocao responded with a cold laugh.
“Throw him to the ground and stab fiercely!”
Fang Xiaocao wiped away a nosebleed, a hint of fatigue flashing in her eyes.
Upon Fang Xiaocao’s order, the brawny n violently threw the old man to the ground, and amid his painful wails, they continued to wield the bayonets, stabbing him over and over again.
After an unknown number of stabs, the old man had long since stopped breathing, his body riddled with holes like a honeycomb.
“Chop off his head!”
Fang Xiaocao scanned the scene and commanded.
One of the brawny n imdiately picked up a cleaver and with a single stroke severed the old man’s head.
Fang Xiaocao, fighting off dizziness, issued her final command: “Commit suicide!”
Before the words fell, the dozen or so brawny n simultaneously turned their bayonets and plunged them fiercely into their own throats…
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