Hoo—
Hoo—
Hoo—
Zhu Qilue breathed heavily, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the sword being trampled over and over. He looked insane, his body trembling violently, veins bulging.
"I will kill you! I will kill you! I will kill you!"
He shouted three times, mobilizing all his spiritual power, trying to get up from the ground.
Even if he didn't have a single chance of winning, he would protect this sword with his life!
Because it was his mother's legacy.
Even if he died, he would drag Xu Tianrui with him!
This beast of a man dared to insult what he cherished most.
Usually.
He kept this sword in a box, reluctant even to take it out and admire it.
However.
This beast actually stepped on the sword and humiliated it so!
Buzzz—
Zhu Qilue's mind went blank, and he seemed to hear his mother's agonizing screams, a ringing sound in his ears.
