Having dispatched the leading sinister-looking man and his remaining thugs, Shen Xiu was stained with patches of blood from head to toe.
He looked like a god of slaughter stepping right out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Hit by such a dense, surging wave of murderous intent, the young man in the old red robe felt his liver and gallbladder split with terror, completely scared out of his wits.
Chapter 31