Chapter 566: Chapter 566: Where Is My Knife?


    Suddenly, White Mitchell’s voice once again resounded, causing George, who was originally arrogant, to be taken aback.


    George’s brows furrowed tightly, his face instantly became serious, and he slowly turned around to look in the direction of White Mitchell.


    At this nce, George was immediately frozen in ce like he had been shocked, appearing somewhat astonished.


    “You… how are you still alive!?” George uttered in disbelief. As he said these words, his voice trembled uncontrobly.


    It was clear to see, George was very doubtful of the fact that White Mitchell was not dead.


    In his viewpoint, just now, hisrge sword had already appeared in front of White Mitchell’s head, and White Mitchell should have been a corpse by now.


    Yet, the situation he was now witnessing showed White Mitchell standing therepletely unscathed, as if he was totally unaffected.


    What in the world is happening?


    Where is my sword?


    Where the hell is myrge sword?<div>


    Snapping back to reality, George hurriedly cast his gaze around, searching for his terrifyingrge sword.


    After looking around, George finally spotted his terrifyingrge sword not far from White Mitchell.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    However, that terrifyingrge sword didn’t look terrifying at all now.


    The de was covered in dents and holes, and it was even rusted.


    If not looked at carefully, one would not associate this broken sword with the terrifyingrge sword from before.


    But the fact remained that this broken and dpidated sword, which seemed like it could break at any minute, was his own terrifyingrge sword.


    This is fucking…


    Seeing his sword like this, George felt like he was about to explode.


    This was a spiritual artifact that he had obtained through numerous difficulties!


    In order to get this spiritual artifact, he still had to contribute tens of thousands of Blood Stones to the Falcon Battle Department every year.


    It can be said that he acquired this spiritual artifact by bankrupting himself, and he even still owes a debt which he hasn’t been able to pay back even until now.


    Yet he never expected that this spiritual artifact would be a pile of scrap metal now.


    Yes, a pile of scrap metal. Probably, even one Blood Stone would not make anyone willing to take this pile of scrap metal.


    Ah!!!


    Georgepletely lost it, this fucking thing was all his assets, he valued it more than anyone else.


    One could exaggerately say, whoever dared to snatch this spiritual artifact was virtually trying to take George’s life.


    Now, he lost both the spiritual artifact and his fucking life!


    What could he use to enter Emperor Qing’s Relics?


    Without this terrifyingrge sword, even if he leads all the people of Heavenly Gang City into Emperor Qing’s Relics, all he could amount to would be cannon fodder.<div>


    White Mitchell effectively destroyed everything he had!


    For a moment, George’s rage was like the red moon in the sky, obscuring the sun and burning everything on the scene.


    The next moment, George’s fist clenched with snapping sounds. He gritted his teeth, ring at White Mitchell, and said word by word, “I will fucking grind your bones into ashes! So that you will never be reincarnated!”


    Boom!<div>


    The furious George’s strength surged instantly.


    Even though using the Blood Sacrifice Art earlier drained him a lot, at this moment, he didn’t care anymore.


    White Mitchell destroyed his spiritual artifact!


    He must kill White Mitchell and grind his bones into ashes!!!