The surroundings were completely silent.
Many pairs of eyes turned to focus on Hua Chen who hovered in the sky and gave off a rich bloody scent. After his face experienced a terrifying distortion, he gradually calmed down. However, that peculiar calmness caused one's heart to feel increasingly cold as blood continued to drip from his arm.
The distant Xu Xiu also appeared beside Hua Chen at this moment. He glanced at the latter's wounds and a tinge of shock flashed across his eyes. It was likely that he did not expect Lin Dong to be capable of hurting Hua Chen to such an extent.
"Like I said, this brat is a little strange. He must not be underestimated." Xu Xiu's spoke in a dark and solemn voice.
"No matter."
Hua Chen softly chuckled. He stared at the young man in the distance while bitterness and ruthless violence slowly surged, "No matter how much he struggles, the outcome will be the same…"
"That is… death."
