"But I am different, I can devote myself to serve you!"
"Let me go, give me a chance to redeem my sins and make amends, sir, I want to be a good man, I really do want to be a good man!"
Buzz!
As soon as the Third Elder Mo's words fell, a flash of sword light shone forth.
Blood splattered out, and his head had already rolled to the side.
That expression of anxiety on Third Elder Mo's face hadn't even had the chance to change before everything came to an end.
The sword, too swift.
But to Qian Guxing or the prison guards beside him, none were surprised.
Mr. Diao, that is a synonym for brutality!
Previously in the Prison, he slew six or seven demons in one go!
What counts as a mere Third Elder Mo now?
We can't handle these wicked ones, wouldn't Mr. Diao make them obediently submit?
These thoughts ran through the minds of the prison guards in secret.
Meanwhile, Fang Yu flicked the blood off his sword blade, sheathed his sword smoothly.
