"King Yan, I take back what I said earlier."
Qiu Yu surrendered, feeling his heart tremble violently under that bone-chilling murderous aura, like one who has just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Lin Hai remained cold and silent, this man was initially arrogant and prideful, his eyes looked down on Huadu as if naturally despising it, as if he were a dragon and should be arrogant in such a small place like Huadu.
Now what?
A dragon? Or a snake? Or perhaps a worm?
His clothes were completely ripped, his muscular body covered in scars, coughing up blood repeatedly, his pupils contracting subconsciously when looking at his own mask, revealing a hint of fear.
Qiu Yu forcibly swallowed a mouthful of fresh blood; even now, he still held some pride, a worthless so-called nobility.
But at this moment, he fears death, he truly started fearing King Yan.
Before, he did not understand, why were so many people afraid of King Yan?
