The Heir of Death smiled, though he wasn't too happy, really.
"Shit, having to use what I'd been building up for so long in an attack so I could kill you when I could have killed you a few months ago doesn't feel good at all, even if you die, you bastard." He growled.
Moreover, his power was still at the maximum peak he could reach because he still had enough left for more attacks.
But that guy had died from a single attack, which meant he couldn't spend any more of his power now that he had used it.
The Heir of Death walked over to the bleeding body of Tang Yin, who could no longer give him an answer.
