Qian Hong gritted his teeth as he looked at Ye Ling and said.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing Qian Hong's words, Ye Ling cracked a smile, "Since you dare to make such a statement, I'd like to see what gives you the right to threaten me!"
Ye Ling sneered and then lifted his head up, his eyes as if a towering mountain, causing Qian Hong's heart to involuntarily shudder.
Ye Ling picked up the Dragon Bone knife and viciously stabbed it into the wound on Qian Hong's thigh.
A penetrating pain spread throughout the entire leg, and Qian Hong suddenly screamed in agony, his body convulsing violently as large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
Ye Ling looked at Qian Hong's agonizingly ferocious expression and shook his head.
"Now, do you still think you can threaten me?"
With a cold smile, Ye Ling's Dragon Bone knife once again stabbed into Qian Hong's other leg.
"Ah!"
Qian Hong screamed again, his forehead beads of sweat now falling down the sides of his nose.