King of Violent Flames was dumbstruck.
In his eyes, the invincible Tianren Buer, was dead.
He was effortlessly beheaded by King Yan, dead beyond doubt.
The great Ultimate Killing King, in the end, lost to King Yan.
King of Violent Flames was well aware that after today, King Yan's fame in the international community would surely rise—fighting alone against three top-notch assassins and standing undefeated.
And they themselves had become mere stepping stones on King Yan's glorious path.
"Huadu is under my control. From today on, any international expert daring to kill indiscriminately in Huadu, I will slay without mercy!"
The cold voice came from beneath the bronze mask.
Lin Hai spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood. He had just been seriously injured by Tianren Buer; his body felt as if it had been run over by a bulldozer. It freaking hurt like hell.
Quietly, King of Violent Flames activated the time bomb hidden under his clothes, ready to face death.
