"Why did you kill Wang Ergun?"
Lin Hai asked coldly.
"Haha, it's a way to strike at you. The more pain you feel, the more reckless and irrational you'll become."
Satan laughed arrogantly without any reservations.
"Seeing you in pain from losing friends makes me happy."
Anger flashed in Lin Hai's eyes, his voice even colder: "Anyone who makes me uncomfortable will pay with their life."
"Oh really? I'd like to try it."
Satan's hands met Lin Hai's palms.
The moment they connected, the arrogance vanished from Satan's eyes.
"What terrifying strength!"
The massive impact forced his body to uncontrollably retreat continuously, as if every bone in his body had suffered a severe blow.
That palm seemed capable of disrupting the flow of a mighty river with a single strike.
"Seems like I have to use my strongest move now."
