Justice

"Honorarium?"

Enveloped in the Wyrmrest enchantment, Ludovic finally saw the face of Ye Qingxuan, realized what had happened, and squeezed his twisted face into a smile.

"The Wyrmrest enchantment? And… a knife? Ye Qingxuan, you expect to kill me with that insignificant stuff? So naive..."

Ye Qingxuan pulled out a short knife, bent over, and pointed at Ludovic's throat with his hands clenched. He stabbed the entire knife into Ludovic's throat expressionlessly, and then suddenly made a cross-cut.

Riiip! The flesh was torn apart, and blood splattered. The boiling hot gas of blood burst out and billowed in the storm.

But Ludovic remained laughing, the sound of it coming through the cut on his throat where the severed vocal cords could almost be seen quivering.

"You are too weak," he sighed. "Too weak!"

Ludovic reached out to the hand that Ye Qingxuan used to hold the knife, and clenched it as tightly as a pincer!

Snap!