Han Li clenched his right hand into a fist and delivered a vicious blow to Zhu Jieshan's lower abdomen, instantly causing him to curl up into a ball, and his complexion turned deathly pale as a sheen of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.0

"That was for the punch from back then," Han Li said in an expressionless manner, while Zhu Jieshan was too busy coughing and dry heaving to say anything.1

"I don't have much time to waste. Is it true that the city lord is after my true spirit bloodline? Answer my question or I'm going to chop off all of your limbs with this sword of yours!" Han Li demanded in a cold voice as he picked up the bone sword.0

"You wouldn't dare! You're just a lowly slave, if you dare to rebel, then your Black Tribulation Centipede will eat you alive!" Zhu Jieshan roared in a furious voice.0

A cold sneer appeared on Han Li's face as he slashed the sword through the air, slicing off Zhu Jieshan's left hand cleanly at the wrist. 0

Blood immediately began...3