Maybe these few strong men will hack away in chaos and directly kill He Hongtian.
The viewers in the livestream were either worried or gloating, and the public screen buzzed with activity.
He Hongtian didn't show much fear or retreat; he focused his energy into his dantian, first throwing out a surgical knife.
Shwick!
Thud!
Black Tower's Wolf Fang Club hadn't yet reached the hem of He Hongtian's clothes, and he suddenly collapsed like a toppling iron tower.
There was still a small cut on his neck from which blood gushed out.
Black Tower's eyes widened until his pupils dilated and lost their sparkle, and his face retained the ferocity of shouting to kill, as well as the shock and fear from being killed.
"...Holy shit! Just like that, he's dead?"
"But this is Black Tower, not a famous big shot, but a very fierce evildoer nonetheless."
"Yeah, yeah, I've heard his single-handed strength is over two hundred pounds, capable of smashing an Exotic Beast's skull with one punch!"
