"Damn it!" Su Chen felt like dying. Li Ping was like a relentless ghost, unwilling to let him go! Wasn't even jumping off a cliff an option?
Su Chen's face looked ferocious, hungry to devour someone. His mind was buzzing, wishing he could tear Li Ping into a thousand pieces.
But, no matter what Su Chen thought, as Li Ping's sleeve wrapped around his arm, Su Chen began to swing from below towards the top.
Just as he was about to swing back up to the top of the cliff, Su Chen roared fiercely, "Damn it—Li Ping, even if I die from this fall, I won't die by your hands! I swear it!"
Gnashing his teeth in madness, Su Chen, moved by a sudden thought, summoned the Heavy Divine Sword in his other hand. He gripped the Divine Sword firmly and without hesitation, swung it downwards.
Not towards Li Ping's sleeve, but towards the arm that was entangled by the sleeve.