"Damn it, damn it all..."
Duann Shuiliu's face was ashen and twisted in an ugly grimace, his eyes spitting a cold light that seemed to want to devour someone whole.
He never imagined that Jiang Chen's move to kill Qiann Daomo was just a feint. The real person Jiang Chen had been waiting for was him to make a move.
Using a borrowed blade to kill!
Using his own blade to kill his own man!
The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth lifted into a faint smile. "Duann Shuiliu," he said, "don't you just love killing people? How does it feel, killing your own brother with your own hands? It must be awful, right?"
"Jiang Chen... you're courting death!"
Duann Shuiliu was seething with uncontrollable rage.
The three major tribes of the Icefield Race were constantly scheming against one another, each wishing they could swallow the other two. They showed no mercy to the experts of the other tribes.
But within their own tribe, they were incredibly united.
