Looking at the warriors of the Black Fish Tribe, who were coming over aggressively, Li Chen remained unhurried, with a cold smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
"Ha ha!"
Prince Heiyu saw Li Chen still smiling, and immediately became furious.
"Brat, you're about to die, and you still dare to laugh!"
After a scolding, he then waved at his minions and ordered:
"Tear his mouth apart, break his teeth, I want to see if he can still laugh!"
Upon hearing the Prince's command, a warrior picked up a scimitar, preparing to strike at Li Chen's mouth.
As the scimitar was raised high, Li Chen's gaze suddenly focused.
Then, with a chopstick in his hand, he made a swift movement in the air.
"Crack!"
In a flash!
The scimitar instantly shattered into two pieces.
"Ah!"
A scream, as anguish as that of a foolish pig, followed.
Immediately, the unfortunate warrior covered his mouth with his hand.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
