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Chapter 4132

F*ck!

Oliver could hardly contain his fury as he glared at Mona.

Mona would have never dared to act out that way in front of him had it been in the past. She took advantage of her

strength in numbers to humiliate him completely.

Mona's face flashed coldly when Oliver remained unmoved. She stepped on Oliver's foot and said, "What's wrong? Why

aren't you doing it? If you don't, I'll stab your other arm and then hack both your legs off."

Mona wielded the longsword in her hand as she spoke, ready to strike him at any moment.

Was she serious?

Oliver gulped. He said, "Alright, I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Then, Oliver raised his hand and slapped himself over and over again.

He slapped himself forcefully in an attempt to make Mona spare him. It was not long before half his face began to swell as

blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

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Oliver tried his best not to look at Mona while he hit himself. He seemed obedient, yet

internally he cursed Mona a million times.

"Mona..."

Oliver eventually ran out of strength. He stopped to look at Mona and asked carefully, 'Are

you happy now? I'm done. Please forgive me, just this once."

Mona raised her foot, the ghost of a smile on her face. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. I guess you're pretty

obedient. I guess I'm satisfied enough."

Mona sized Oliver up; iciness seeped through her exquisite features." Though it would be a

great injustice to my sister if I just forgave you, wouldn't it?"

As she spoke her last word, Mona gripped her longsword tightly. She brought it down with

a sharp swing and sliced Oliver's legs off. Blood painted the air immediately and drenched

the ground like a downpour.

"Argh..." Oliver let out a blood-curdling shriek, his eyes growing red as the pain overtook

him to the point of almost passing out.

"You... you sure are ruthless."

Oliver stared Mona dead in the eyes, his gaze ablaze with hatred. "Why did you have to do

that? You said you'd spare me."

Oliver wanted nothing more than to kill Mona. He never thought that the stubborn, bratty

Mona would go back on her word. She sliced his legs off even after she said she would

spare him.

At Oliver's fury, Mona merely smirked. Her tone was filled with icy coldness. "Oliver, are

you in the right mind? I said I'd spare your life, not your legs."

Mona's smile turned into a sneer. 'I'm showing you mercy by only taking your legs instead

of your life. You might just survive that if you're lucky enough."

Then, Mona gathered the White Tiger warriors and left.

F*ck!

Oliver watched Mona disappear into the distance as anger and hatred flooded his senses.

He was already frustrated at being banished from the Demon tribe about half an hour ago.

Then, he was humiliated by Mona and lost both his legs.

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That was a hatred he would never be able to let go of.

Oliver swore angrily.

'I swear rivalry against the White Tiger tribe for as long as I live. It shall be my goal to take all of them down, and I will not

rest until I can do that.' 1

"Argh!"

Then, Oliver roared to the heavens. His vision darkened as he collapsed and lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, in the stone room, Morticia's whip flew through the air like a white bolt of lightning and landed on Darryl's back,

slash after slash.

In the blink of an eye, there was not a single unblemish spot on Darryl's back. His clothes were torn, tattered, and soaked in

his blood.

Darryl had to rely on his great strength and willpower to take the strikes. Slowly, he could not take them any longer and cry

out, "Is that all you have, fiend? Taking out your anger on your prisoner because your attempt at attacking the Imperial Sky

Palace had failed? The fiend race is bound to meet its demise with the way you do things."

"You must have a death wish!'

Morticia's face flashed with iciness as she brought the whip down onto Darryl's body again and again.