After Feiergle finished speaking, the three men who had been all smiles and laughter across from him suddenly stiffened, their expressions quickly darkening.
Crack, the wine glass in James's hand, who was sitting in the center, shattered instantly, with the blood-like red wine dripping onto the expensive carpet, tick-tock, tick-tock.
"You mean to say? Two Golden Core Stage powerhouses were just killed?"
James stood up, walked up to Feiergle, and asked in a cold voice. Feiergle felt an icy chill all over his body, as if he were in an ice cellar.
Feiergle nodded with difficulty, "Yes, they were killed by a Huaxia youngster with a single finger. Without any resistance, they just died."
Hiss, the two powerhouses sitting on the couch couldn't help but stand up as well. Killed by a single finger, two Golden Core Stage powerhouses, without even a hint of resistance?
