"Barrello, daring to invade my Mountain Villa, today I will have you torn apart by horses!"
This cold voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed in the ears of everyone within the villa, causing everyone's body to shake and their expressions to turn grim.
With Qin Yang's gaze full of killing intent locked on him, Barrello's massive golden wolf form also shuddered, his pale golden eyes contracted, and then beca even more ferocious.
However, that ferocity always seed sowhat feigned.
"Heh heh, tearing this king apart by horses? Little wretch, I want you dead..."
Barrello stared at Qin Yang, and then, explosive power surged in his thick, muscular wolf arms, intending to draw the Golden Bow once again.
Seeing this, Qin Yang's expression remained calm and unruffled, but the killing intent in those pitch-black eyes did not diminish by even a fraction.
"I said I would have you torn apart by horses."
Qin Yang's eyes were ice-cold, and his right hand's two fingers were brought together.
On those clasped fingers, a White Light Sword Qi instantly ford, stretching in an instant above Barrello's head.
Barrello's pale golden eyes suddenly shrank, revealing a touch of horror. The speed of the White Light Sword Qi was simply too fast, reaching above his head almost in the blink of an eye.
The Sword Qi on the White Light Sword Qi flickered, emanating an extrely cold feeling.
Under the cover of the White Light Sword Qi, Barrello's body stiffened, his eyes showing a touch of fear. He could feel that if the Sword Qi slashed down, it would truly claim his life.
Bang!!
Barrello didn't have ti to think more, as his powerful aura erupted around him, retreating backwards violently.
However, the speed of the White Light Sword Qi extending was not a bit slower than Barrello, still covering above his head.
"Slash!"
Qin Yang's gaze turned cold, and he swung his right hand downwards.
Whoosh!
The White Light Sword Qi slashed downwards towards Barrello's right shoulder as he retreated.
Pffft~!
Blood spurted out like a fountain, and the wolf arm, thicker than two human legs, was cut off right at the shoulder.
Bang!
The severed, bloody right arm fell from the night sky, hitting the ground with a dull sound. On the wolf claw, it still held the Bow of Destruction with flashing Golden Destruction Runes.
"Ah...!!!"
A shrill, miserable scream echoed across the night sky.
On Barrello's ferocious wolf head, there was a touch of disbelief. This brat actually, actually cut off his right arm!
Hearing that indescribably miserable scream, those werewolves' crimson eyes all revealed a hint of fear. As the Prince of the Wolf Race, he was actually so easily dismbered.
This scene was also witnessed by those people over the Feipu Grand Hotel and the Tang Sect mbers on the trees.
In their eyes, there was a unanimous trace of horror.
"Next is..."
Qin Yang's pitch-black eyes turned coldly, fixating on Barrello's left shoulder.
Whoosh!
Qin Yang's right hand lifted again, and the White Light Sword Qi, several hundred ters long, rcilessly slashed down again at Barrello's left shoulder.
Pfft!
From Barrello's left shoulder, blood once again spurted out like a fountain, and the left arm also fell from the night sky.
This scene made the night incredibly silent.
Everyone gazed intently at this scene, able to hear the beating of their own hearts.
Qin Yang's eyes remained cold. Barrello brought people to slaughter in the villa, so many people died, how could Qin Yang let him die a comfortable death?
Moreover, if he had been late, Sister Ruan would have almost died under Barrello's Hamr of Thunderlight. The killing intent in Qin Yang's heart towards Barrello was absolutely not small.
"Bastard! Bastard!!! You bastard, how dare you do this to the great Prince of the Wolf Race..."
With both arms cut off, the pain warped Barrello's ferocious wolf head, from which a howling roar emanated, and his faintly golden eyes were completely overco by fear.
Qin Yang's face was icy, his cold eyes staring at Barrello's lower body.
"No!!!"
On the side, Ariel saw Qin Yang's gaze, and those eyes were filled with terror as she roared.
Whoosh!
Qin Yang raised his right hand, then swept his closed fingers horizontally.
The White Light Sword Qi flashed across Barrello's two exceptionally thick wolf legs.
Pfft!!
The sound of the sword piercing flesh resounded, and Barrello's two thick wolf legs were severed, blood gushing forth like a spring.
Bang! Bang!
The wolf legs, comparable to two n in height, crashed to the ground, staining the grass red with blood.
"Ah ah ah!! Demon, you're a demon... This king, this king as a Fierce Ghost won't let you go..."
Barrello's four limbs were severed by Qin Yang, leaving only the ferocious wolf head and the blood-spouting torso, and the pride in his pale golden eyes had been completely replaced by fear, the mouth issuing a terrible scream.
Barrello's tragic screams echoed under the night sky, and those werewolves seeing their prince in such a state, each wolf head was filled with fear.
"Hmph, if you can turn into a Fierce Ghost, I'll refine you into a ghost creature."
In Qin Yang's eyes was a hint of mockery, as he sneered.
To turn into a ghost creature requires extrely harsh conditions. On Earth, except for artificial refining, Qin Yang had yet to encounter a few ghost creatures.
Blood continually spurted from Barrello's severed limbs, as the strength within him rapidly faded away.
"Die!"
Qin Yang's gaze was icy, staring at Barrello, lifting his joined fingers, as the White Light Sword Qi slashed across Barrello's neck.
Whoosh!
The frightened wolf head, filled with fear, severed from the body with its limbs cut, spun in the air, then fell from the sky.
"This king is unwilling, this king is unwilling..."
Detached from the body, that ferocious wolf mouth still emitted two despairing sounds, the light rapidly fading from those pale golden eyes.
Thud! Thud!
The golden, ferocious wolf head, along with the severed body, fell from the sky.
The sound of the heavy impact, as if hitting everyone's hearts, cooled the tall werewolves' bodies imnsely.
Over the Celestial Platform of Feipu Grand Hotel, the eyes of every person filled with imnse fright.
"Dead, dead... Truly torn apart by horses!"
Asakawa Taiyi's gaze condensed, with a trace of horror in the voice.
Beside him, Chizuru Ayamai's blood-red spiral-patterned eyes also revealed threads of fear.
On those tall trees, the faces of the Tang Sect people were equally pale. Who had they provoked this ti?
"How can he be this strong, how did this wretch beco so strong..."
Qiu Mingyan's eyes were full of horror, the voice involuntarily trembling.
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