From Drunken Dreams to Dawn Chapter 463

The machete cuts the flesh, then the bones.

At first, only a few trickles of blood dripped, but when the scimitar cut Weng Hu's aorta, the blood rushed down like a waterfall.

Weng Hu, who was a brave and skilled warrior on horseback, was now even more miserable than the cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. The Hu people always killed the cattle and sheep first and then cut off their heads before eating them.

The wails that were not like those of the human world came one after another. From the initial four Luandi warriors, the number increased to eight before they were able to suppress Weng Hu's final struggle.

Touman held Weng Hu's head in his left hand and the scimitar in his right hand. He walked back to his seat, put both on the table, lowered his head with a gloomy face, and said nothing.