C142 Death

"Hahaha! How do you like the taste of pain?"

Old Man Zhou, brandishing his long sword upside down, advanced step by step toward the Blue-Skin Weirdo, his laughter booming. "I'll mince your hideous head into a pulp to appease my grandson's spirit in heaven!"

"Roar!"

The sharp pain only fueled the Blue-Skin Weirdo's rage. In his elemental form