Then, a scene that made one's scalp tingle unfolded.
The man whose chest had been run through by an arm seemed to feel absolutely nothing. Without even turning his head, he kept on holding the iron chisel. There wasn't a single expression on his face, as if the man whose chest had been pierced wasn't him at all, and the whole thing had nothing to do with him.
Even more terrifying was the fact that there wasn't a single drop of blood on Mecheng’s Rooster-spur Gloves.
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