"... You, old thing, you must die!"
As Shi Feng's last words rang out, the hand gripping Ying Yan's head moved, and immediately, Ying Yan felt an unbearable discomfort throughout his body, with every drop of blood inside beginning to boil fiercely.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Agonized roars repeatedly burst from Ying Yan's mouth: "Brute, little bastard, let me go! Little brute, you shall not die a good death! The humiliation of today, I, Ying Yan, will remember! Someday, I'll repay you a thousand times over!"
When he spoke these last words, Ying Yan's old face had become extremely twisted.
"You won't have that chance," said Shi Feng.
Immediately following that, seven blood arrows violently shot out from Ying Yan's seven orifices, "Ah ah ah ah ah!" Ying Yan's painful screams instantly became even more frenzied.
And as the seven blood arrows continued to spray out, Ying Yan's body rapidly shriveled up, and his Power of Life began to rapidly wither away.
