Yin Buddha was confident in victory for his side and was as though he had seen the flag of victory waving in the wind along with its glory dawning upon them. The sudden change, however, hit him unprepared. He would have been killed from the surprise attacks of three cold weapons if he didn't react fast enough and was powerful enough to avoid it.
"Why?!!"
Lines of green veins protruded on his forehead. The killing intent in his eyes almost solidified. No matter how many people he had hated and wanted to kill in this life, never once the urge to slaughter was so strong as at this moment.
"Hehehe…"
