"Hmph, what you said is disgusting! People like you and other cunning ones don't deserve to live in this world. Now, let this old man send you to hell!"
Zhan Feng roared and, before the boss could continue his sly words, slapped heavily with his right hand on the boss's mental shield.
Upon hearing Zhan Feng's words, Leader Ah Sleeve stood up coldly all of a sudden.
He stared at Zhan Feng, filled with despair and unwillingness.
He widened his eyes, as Zhan Feng's right hand was charged with power, suddenly patting on his forehead.
"Bang"
With a dull thud, the leader's mental helm was suddenly stunned, blood seeping out of his seven orifices.
With one punch, the boss was dead.
Seeing the leader killed, the remaining dozen or so strong men began to panic for a while.
Their chief was a formidable force, even recognized as the top in the entire Tang Dynasty.
Yet, such a strong man couldn't fight back at all in the hands of this elderly man in black.
