"Rest assured, killing this old dog, I won't soil my own hands!" Ye Tianchen held a small twig in his right hand, pressing it against Luo Songcheng's throat. With just a little force, he could easily pierce through it.
Cang Lang took a sharp breath, his back drenched in cold sweat. As one of Huaxia's top three War Kings, he had seen much of the world and rarely experienced such shock. But Ye Tianchen, this guy was too fierce, killing the Luo family's men as if slaughtering pigs and dogs, without regard for the Luo family's power and influence at all.
Gudu Ang was also startled by the scene in front of him. In the center of the Luo Family's Mansion, dozens of soldiers lay moaning, firearms scattered all around. Sadly, all the bullets had been fired, and the bodies of Luo Guanghui and Luo Qi lay beside them, eyes wide open in a death stare, likely never imagining someone would dare to kill them, as if squashing ants so effortlessly.
