"You old bastard, you're asking for death!"
The gray-robed elder, stung by humiliation, backhanded Beilie across the face. Half of Beilie’s face swelled instantly, and blood mixed with tooth fragments spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Tightening his grip on Beilie’s throat, the elder roared at Chu Xuan, "Cut off your own arm! Get on your knees this instant! Otherwise, I'll snap his neck right now!"
Chapter 142