"You're next!"
Hong Yu said calmly.
A peaceful, placid smile graced his features, making him look completely harmless.
But behind him stood a genius whose head he had just lopped off. Blood was now gushing from the bowl-sized stump of his neck.
The stark contrast between his serene demeanor and the gory scene created a chilling, brutal swagger.
GULP.
It was impossible to tell who had swallowed so audibly, but the sound snapped the stunned crowd out of their daze.
All eyes turned to the now-headless body of Ding Zhentian, faces etched with horror and disbelief.
Although Ding Zhentian's power had been greatly diminished after losing his Five Yin Demonic Intent and using the Heart and Soul Blood Lock—robbing him of his qualifications to be considered True Dragon Level—he was by no means weak.
And yet...
In a single, fleeting exchange, Hong Yu had decapitated him.
The shock of it was palpable.
