C125 It Was Time to Collect the Spoils of War!
Bang!
A dull thud echoed as Ye Sheng's head burst open, his face a mask of fear, regret, shock, and anger, reminiscent of a ripe watermelon shattering.
A torrent of blood spurted out, shooting up as high as a building's floor.
Moments later, the headless torso wobbled and then thunderously toppled over.
"Whew."
Chu Yan finally allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief