"You three old fools, are you feeling scared now? If you are feeling scared, there's still time to beg for mercy!"
"But, well... rest assured! Even if you kneel down, admit your mistakes, and apologize, I won't forgive you!"
Zhan Qimeng chuckled sinisterly, her eyes swirling around.
"Kneel?!"
"Don't even think about it!"
"Humph! Kill us if you can!"
Cangmu angrily growled, gritting his teeth.
"Oh, quite tough, huh! Fine then, let's give it a try! After all, I'm quite free, I'll play with you guys!"
Zhan Qimeng smirked and suddenly twisted her wrist violently.
Crack!
A sound of bones breaking suddenly erupted.
A muffled grunt emerged from Cangmu's throat instantly, and the veins on his forehead bulged out immediately.
"You can choose to beg for mercy, or have me personally twist your heads off; pick one!"
Zhan Qimeng grinned sinisterly, flipping her wrist; a sharp dagger again drew a bloody line on Cangmu's neck.