Wu Feng and his companion swallowed hard and quickly followed Jiang Chen.
"Ling Tianlin, come out here!"
Jiang Chen bellowed and charged at the man in a black suit standing in the corridor with his blade in hand.
The group of men already had terror written all over their faces. If a martial artist could be slaughtered as easily as a chicken, what chance did they stand against this God of Slaughter?
By then, they wanted to run!
But it was already too late!
With Jiang Chen's roar, the bloody glow of his blade's edge had already flashed forth.
In just a moment, all the men were deprived of their lives, collapsing to the ground one after the other!
In a luxurious room at the top of the villa, Gong Lin was tied to a chair, while Ling Tianlin was savoring a glass of red wine.
"Ah ah—"
