Moonlight spilled down.
Outside the Honghai Association's clubhouse, it seemed to have become a hell on earth, with endless screams echoing in the night sky. Wang Yuan, president of the Honghai Association, couldn't help but tremble violently in his legs. His throat was parched, and his breathing had become very rapid. The scene before him had completely terrified him.
Ye Chenfeng snatched a machete from a member of the Honghai Association. With each swing, a Honghai Association member's head was hurled into the air, and several dozen headless corpses already lay on the ground, a thick stench of blood permeating the air.
This was purely a violent vent, for with Ye Chenfeng's present strength, he really didn't need to move a finger to kill the members of the Honghai Association. Facing Ye Chenfeng's terrifying methods, unlimited fear struck the hearts of the Honghai Association members, making them recoil inwardly. In their eyes, Ye Chenfeng was simply a demon.
