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Chapter 55: Ling Jian's Interrogation

Translator: DavidT Editor: celllll

Blood splattered and that white robed ushed out from the open wound like a fountain It sprayed onto his acco feeling surged from all of them, however, those beside the amputated white robed man did not even dare to make so much as a squeak They forcefully sed back down the bile and volance they shot to the solitary figure of Ling Jian was filled with fear

The surroundings had already turned deathly silent

Even those Blood Iron Warriors ere standing by the side did not expect this nine year old child to be so decisively ruthless in his actions! Not achieving his ai his sword down! Not like that, his actions were so vicious, crippling the guy in onewhite in fear, their throatsup and down as though in exercise,so

The Blood Iron Warriors could not help but turn to look at Ling Tian, who had his butt fire shaft However, they only saw an expression of blandness as he coldly overlooked the scene, as though the matter of an amputation was commonplace and not worthy of his attention It was as if he had taken a look at the clouds floating and the breeze blowing All the bodyguards on scene could not help but feel a sense of respect bubbling froht: "These two fellows aren't si Jian remain unperturbed, with the steel sword in his hand slowly dripping blood onto the snow as it ran down the blade ‘Plop plop’ sounds were heard as they landed drop by drop onto the snow

Coldly looking at his victi Jian continued in a level tone, "My time is short, and I don’t want to use punishive me what I want?"

"Don’t want to use punish by the side, all felt like knocking their heads on the ground upon hearing this sentence "How else do you want to punish? One chop, and you already lopped off his arm, this is not considered punish Jian stood there, head lowered and sword angled down, silently waiting As he waited for the white robed men to talk, he silently counted to ten Even after he had finished, there was no sound co Jian coldly snorted in his heart, before raising the sword He chopped down once again, without even looking his tionized howl sounded, and the second arm was separated forever froround, its fingers see

A few drops of the fresh blood splattered onto Ling Jian’s face, slowly sliding off It drew a few devious scars on his pale face as it flowed doards However, Ling Jian re to wipe it off

Looking at the white robed edJian spoke with hints of apology: "I’m sorry, you spoke too late, so I couldn’t retract h there were blood trails on his face, his tone was still calh he had accidentally dropped the teacup at his neighbor's place and was apologizing, "Oh, I’ this frail little child, a chill rose unhindered fro theht of what they did when they were around seven or eight, co people as though it was coht in their hearts, "Was this really a child? He looks more like a little demon!"

As for the second white robed man who had had his arm cut off, his facial features were distorted terribly However, he did not faint; instead rolling about the snoith his other hand holding on to the stump of his arm Wherever he rolled turned into a patch of red In his extreroaned, unable to even speak coherently He did not even have the strength to properly groan out, only short breaths co Jian only looked at hi over to look at his 3rd ‘victi to speak?" His tone was gentle, as though asking a neighbor what he was having for dinner tonight