Although Mo Song was a martial artist, and a Battle Emperor-level one at that, he had never seen anyone kill like this. Even the butchers in a slaughterhouse didn't kill pigs and cows one after another with the cold efficiency Ye Huan displayed.
Fear began to spread through Mo Song's heart; his legs began to tremble uncontrollably! In his eyes, the Ye Huan standing before him was no longer a man—he was a demon.
"Your turn."
Chapter 39