“Young Master!” When he saw Sikong Bao’s incomparably miserable condition, Old Demon Slaughterer was furious, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. His entire body surged with murderous rage.

“Hurry! Kill Su Yi! Kill him!” Sikong Bao roared at the top of his lungs.

“Young Master, rest assured. I’ll skin the boy and pluck his tendons before the day is through. Nothing will remain of him but ash!” Old Demon Slaughterer’s eyes surged with light as he locked onto Su Yi. His vicious majesty came crashing down like tidal waves, bearing down on Su Yi.

However, it was as if Su Yi didn’t even notice. His expression remained as calm as ever. He turned to face the bristling, enraged, murderous Old Demon Slaughterer. He then looked outside the room.

“Does anyone else want to get involved? If so, come on over. I’ll send you on your way together.”

Old Demon Slaughterer felt the impulse to attack on multiple occasions, but in the end, he held back.

Why? Because Su Yi stood beside Sikong Bao, and he could kill him with a gesture. Old Demon Slaughterer was worried that any attempt to attack Su Yi would hurt Sikong Bao too.

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