C66 (1/2)

”Kill him!”

”Hack this kid to death!”

After a short while, the leader of the group waved his hand and the crowd quietened down. It seemed like that person was quite dignified. With a complicated expression, he looked at the youth and asked, ”What is your name?”

”Soul Emissary, Zuo Qiang.” So this cold young man was Zuo Qiang, a legend that he had never lost.

When the person heard this, he frowned again, as if he had never heard of Zuo Qiang's name before.

Seeing him like that, Zuo Qiang sneered: ”Under your leadership, the Battle Soul Gang is also a big gang. In this northern Anhui province, you can be considered as the local tyrant. But today, your Battle Soul Sect must be removed from the Northern Anhui. ”

Zuo Qiang's words seemed unbelievable, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

When Xue Lin heard this, he laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. Suddenly, he looked at Zuo Qiang fiercely and said, ”Not to mention my Battle Soul Gang, even the small gangs on this piece of land like you, an ignorant brat like you, can't handle it. Being young and coming out isn't as simple as you think, it's better for you to just obediently go back and read your book.”

When Zuo Qiang heard this, he sneered, ”Really?”

Then, everyone's vision blurred, and Zuo Qiang's figure could no longer be seen.

He then heard Xue Lin's expression change as he shouted, ”Be careful!”

Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!

Everywhere Zuo Qiang passed, the blade in his hand mercilessly sliced open the throats of those people.

Before the pitiful Battle Soul Gang members could even cry out, they had already fallen down. Wherever Zuo Qiang went, there were more than ten of them. He didn't even move when he laid on the ground. There was only a clear bloody wound on his neck.

After Xue Lin shouted, those guys reacted and all backed off. When they looked at Zuo Qiang's cold face with shock, more than twenty people on the ground fell there.

Every movement he made was 20 lives. His elegant movements did not seem like he was killing people, but more like an artist. His hands held a brush, and he was focused on drawing the artwork in his heart. Everyone who saw this scene only knew that Zuo Qiang wasn't killing people, and he wasn't a human at all. He was the one who had spoken of himself as the soul reaper from hell. He was so indifferent to human life. It was as if he was crushing a bunch of insignificant ants.

Cold, ruthless, cold-blooded.

Everyone was shocked by Zuo Qiang's actions. They never thought that such a suave and handsome youth would be able to kill so many people in such a cruel manner.

Their hearts trembled. Earlier, they were shouting that they wanted to do something to him, but now, when they looked at Zuo Qiang, it was as if they were looking at a death god. When Zuo Qiang returned to his original position, it was as if he hadn't moved at all. His face was still indifferent and cold.

A charming smile hung on the face of Zuo Qiang as he looked at Xue Lin and the others and said, ”Do you think I'm too heartless?”

One of them ignored the nearly two hundred people with blades in their hands as they smiled. Those people felt strange inside, but they didn't dare to say anything. If they provoked this god of death, they might not even know how they died.