Fio was shocked. Was this the power of the King of the Netherworld?
But the next second, a pang of pain shot through his body, caused by the Soft Sword that had impaled him.
Looking up at the towering figure of Li Chen, Fio placed his left hand on the gash, slowly kneeled, and felt as if all the energy was drained from his body by the sword.
Out of five, four had fallen: one dead, one unconscious, one injured, one disabled, leaving only Werewolf Horn.
Horn, witnessing Li Chen dispatch four men in an instant, was alarmed but then bellowed in rage and charged at Li Chen.
But the next second, he was sent flying backward, his hands reduced to a pulp, and the knuckle-dusters embedded into his flesh and bones.
The name Werewolf ceased to exist.
Everyone in the dance floor, staring at the young man standing, felt a mix of awe and fear, thinking of him as a god, as the true Grim Reaper, as the King of the Netherworld who ruled over life and death!
