"You... you... you!"
At that moment, Fang Zhenhong's voice had become nearly unstable.
Just a second ago, it was his pure anger, rage.
But this second, it had turned steel blue, shocked, even somewhat pale.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Zhenhong seemed to have aged a lot, "Right now, I suddenly want to give you an opportunity. If you sever both of your arms, and then, kneel down, and sincerely apologize and repent to me, I, might, spare your life!"
"Oh?"
Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his lips grew even more intense, "You seem, afraid? Continue."
The sarcastic undertone in Chu Mo's words was abundantly clear.
That smile, in Fang Zhenhong's eyes, made him wish he could tear Chu Mo to pieces!
Fang Zhenhong indeed was afraid, not out of fear in his heart, but worry; worry that continuing like this would lead to more and more deaths among the Fang family martial artists.
"I, am offering you a chance at life!"
"You, indeed have surprised me!"