He even deliberately raised his left hand to check his Rolex watch, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant, fierce, and brutal.
There was even a hint of mutual destruction in his voice.
All the onlookers were dumbfounded by what they were witnessing, no one could have anticipated this.
It was supposed to be just a duel—in which determining the victor was enough—yet it had escalated to this extent.
Even in novels, they wouldn't dare to write something like this.
Shen Zhou's tone was extremely gloomy and cold, "Do you really not cry till you see the coffin, not giving up till you reach the Yellow River?"
Hei Dalong laughed heartily, shaking his head continuously.
"I, Hei Dalong, am a ninja from the Corpse Concealment Sect of the Land of the Rising Sun, a powerful seventh-dan expert. Even the sight of a coffin won't make me cry; I'll just kick it to bits. Nor will I give up at the Yellow River; at worst I'll just chop it in half," he said.
