C91 The Good Show of the Black Forest

"Are you happy now?"

Meng Yang fixed his eagle-eyed gaze on the young man who had been slammed into the tree, his mouth bleeding. He stepped forward, his left hand summoning the Serpent's Kiss through the air, while his right hand formed a sharp blade at the young man's throat.

The chilling gleam at the blade's tip sent a shiver through the young man's already pale complexion