"Die—"
Old Eight, one of Jincheng's Eight Fierces, let out a booming shout and took a step forward, his fists blasting out like cannonballs.
The momentum was shockingly immense.
Among the Eight Fierces, Old Eight's strength was the weakest.
Therefore, he was also the most eager to distinguish himself. With his first move, he launched a terrifying killing technique that left Xiao Chen no chance to survive.
The target of his fists was Xiao Chen's chest.
This strike was meant to shatter Xiao Chen's heart.
The remaining seven sat there, watching indifferently.
Because they simply didn't believe Xiao Chen could be a match for Old Eight, Old Eight alone was enough.
Facing Old Eight's attack, Xiao Chen still stood there, indifferent to the point of having no reaction.
Old Eight sneered, thinking Xiao Chen must have been scared stiff.
No reaction at all.
Just perfect, he thought. Kill him and get it over with.
However, just as he thought this, Xiao Chen moved.
