"Swish!"
Ye Qingfeng didn't answer, his Flying Sword flashed once more, severing the assassin's other arm.
"Ah!"
The assassin couldn't hold back anymore and screamed; he never expected that this man would strike again and sever his other arm.
He was just interested in his Flying Sword, he spoke without suffering any loss, why do this!
"You have no right to negotiate!" Ye Qingfeng said coldly.
The assassin was almost angered to vomit blood, I just wanted to ask, even if you want to speak, there's no need to cut off another arm.
The assassin was also enraged; even as a killer, he had pride. He gritted his teeth and said, "You're too arrogant. Now, even if you kill me, I won't say who hired our organization!"
Ye Qingfeng didn't reply, his Divine Sense moved, the Flying Sword flew out and returned, and the assassin's foot was severed.
"Speak." Ye Qingfeng's voice was calm, showing no intention of becoming angry with the assassin.
