Throw Up
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
Qiao Mu wielded the rod skillfully, using it to block the fish's mouth. With precise movements, she swung her ferule about a third of a meter downwards, causing the sharp teeth of the fish to shatter into fragments.
The large carp writhed on the ground, emitting a pained hiss that revealed its agony. Despite its suffering, it continued to make defiant noises.
Observing its continued resistance, Qiao Mu reached into her inner world and retrieved a spiritual tool resembling a crowbar. Swiftly, she extracted several teeth from the row below, further debilitating the creature.
The fish's fins quivered in a pitiable manner, and it lay sprawled on the ground as if lifeless. If it possessed the ability, it might have clutched its head in a plea for mercy, a plea that could only be conveyed through its mournful cries.
Duan Yue, coming closer for a better look, involuntarily covered his nose, his lips twitching uncontrollably.