Chapter 113 This Blade Is Absolute Rubbish

• Meanwhile, by a dam downstream of the Elliswall River, Malachi gazed icily at a moribund Panthera and sneered. "If I were you, I'd do as I've been told, Yesper. Tell Cole Stuart's wife to come out, or it will be your death anniversary this time next year!"
• "Just kill me. I will never sell Mr. Stuart out even if it costs my life!" Panthera guffawed, then spat a mouthful of bloody spit on Malachi.
• "You motherf*cking—" Malachi flipped out and grabbed Panthera by the throat, lifting him at once.