A sudden shift in the winds of change gripped the world, as if an invisible, gigantic hand had instantly clenched the heavens and the earth. The already taut atmosphere shattered like fragile glazed glass in a split second, and the grand, blood-soaked curtain of revenge rose.
Look! Niu Shenwu’s thick, muscle-bound arm shot out like an angry dragon bursting from the sea. Moving with the speed of a breaking gale, it instantly blurred into an afterhand shadow. With the force of an overwhelming landslide, in the blink of an eye, his hand became like giant iron-cast tongs, viciously clamping down on the fleeing old man. The old man’s face instantly turned ashen, as though the Grim Reaper had seized him by the throat. His entire body trembled violently and involuntarily, and the terror in his eyes spilled over like a flooding river. He cried out for mercy at the top of his lungs, "Spare my life, Lord Demon King! This humble one was only following orders from the Divine Martial Prince's Estate; I truly had no choice..." His voice carried a desperate, crying lonesomeness, shaking beyond recognition. Every single syllable was a plea, vainly attempting to use the formidable and towering reputation of the Divine Martial Prince's Estate to suppress Niu Shenwu's fury and buy himself a little more time to draw breath.
Niu Shenwu merely let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity. The sound was like a biting, bone-chilling wind blowing straight from the netherworld, and yet like the earth-…
Chapter 115