Three corpses, three heads.
They had been overweeningly arrogant just a second ago, haughtily demanding Jiang Chen hand over his possessions or die.
Their heads had been separated from their bodies in the next second. They’d died with everlasting regret, and had been subjected to a fate even worse than dead dogs as their corpses were randomly strewn.
There was nothing more convincing than death.
Fear was writ deep in the other candidates’ eyes. Their masks hid their faces, frozen in rictuses of horror, from each other.
How could strength in numbers overcome this kind of strength?
To put it bluntly, if the other wanted to kill them, he’d be able to do away with all of them in fifteen minutes. Not a single survivor would be left.
Too fast! The speed of his move had been faster than a shooting star.
Even combined, the three strongest among them hadn’t been able to take one of the other’s blows.
