Chapter 702 - Kill (2/2)

When he finished speaking, he replicated into ten figures and surrounded Xiao Luo as he was charging in. All ten figures were identical, and it was impossible to tell which one was the real Ming.

Xiao Luo paused for a moment. All the ten forms of Ming struck simultaneously.

SLASH!

Ten swords pierced Xiao Luo’s body—two swords pinning his feet, two impaling his palms, two cutting through his arms, two piercing his thighs, one on his back, and one more right on the chest. Xiao Luo looked like a bloody hedgehog.

“No!”

Su Li lost it and screamed out in despair.

King Kong widened his eyes and stared at Xiao Luo in horror.

The police officers observing from afar continued to shake in fear. Some of them wet their pants and others collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, the ten forms of Ming disappeared. The only one left was the one who stabbed Xiao Luo in the chest.

RUMBLE!

There was a clap of thunder as dark clouds formed in the skies of Xiahai. It then poured as peals of thunder rumbled on. It was not a drizzle or a downpour, but persistent rain that drenched the entire city.

CLANG!

The sword dropped from Xiao Luo’s hand as the blood-red in his eyes faded, returning to its normal black and white color. But his hair remained white.

“Arggh!”

Ming withdrew his sword from Xiao Luo’s chest, and he collapsed immediately. The blood spurting out of his body soon mixed with the rain and dyed the area around him red.

Ming glanced down at him as he sheathed his sword. He turned around and walked away, leaving Xiao Luo lying there. Rain could not even touch him, let alone wet him.

After taking a few steps, Ming stopped as he sensed that Xiao Luo was not dead. He heard a noise behind him, and when he turned around, what he saw shocked him. His stony face finally wore an expression of surprise as he watched Xiao Luo struggle to get up. Although he was blood-drenched and severely wounded, Xiao Luo was still trying to get up and fight.

“Is he still a human? He… He won’t even die after that assault?”

Curisa was both surprised and fearful as he had seen that Ming’s sword had mortally impaled Xiao Luo’s heart. Any member of the Xiao Clan should die from that. How could he possibly be alive?

“Monster… That man is a monster!”

“It’s terrifying… too terrifying!”

“Who said that there’s no god or demon in the world? These people are the gods and the demons!”

The scene stunned the police officers who were watching from afar. They were so frightened that they found it impossible to move even an inch.

CRACK!

Lighting struck from the sky, and the silver streak of blinding light lit up the entire wetland park.

Under its illumination, Xiao Luo got up with much difficulty. His limbs were trembling and blood was flowing out profusely, his face was pale and he could not stand straight—yet, he still stood defiantly.

He lifted his head proudly and looked at Ming like a soldier unafraid of death. Like a warrior whose comrades around him had fallen in battle—bravely facing his enemies alone, sounding the battle horn, drawing his revolver, and shouting as he charged into them, “KILL!”