Although Mo Song was a martial artist—and a Battle Emperor at that—he had never seen anyone kill like this. Even the butchers in the slaughterhouse, when dealing with pigs and cattle, didn't kill one after another with such cold efficiency as Ye Huan.
Fear began to spread through Mo Song's heart, and his legs started trembling uncontrollably. In his eyes, Ye Huan was no longer a human; he was a demon.
"Your turn."
Chapter 39