While he's sick, take his life.
Little Fatty's expression was ferocious and contorted, his eyes, usually filled with friendliness and kindness, were now brimming with blood.
Blood dripped gruesomely, like a malevolent spirit.
Little Fatty caught up to Ye Shenyi's fallen body on the ground, then smashed down with a hammer.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
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Hammer after hammer.
Ye Shenyi's head was smashed into a pulp.
Brain matter splattered.
It flew onto Little Fatty's face and body, and also splashed onto the old man's face and body nearby.
The old man leaned against the ship's wall, his face full of horror as he watched everything happening before him.
This boy...
Who is he?
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Shen Xinglan.
Scion of a noble house, disciple of the Great Grandmaster, the youngest Grandmaster, a martial arts prodigy seen once in a century...
The ignorant masses had labeled him with too many dazzling titles and honors.
