East Yixiong gazed at the warriors his East family had painstakingly trained, being slaughtered by Lin Fei, laying in pools of blood, writhing, struggling, groaning...
His eyes burned with rage; his anger reached a peak, as if his fury were about to turn him to ashes.
He gripped the Samurai Sword tightly, his eyes bloodshot, filled with killing intent, and roared in anger: "Lin Fei, I will tear you to pieces!"
Swish.
East Yixiong's figure moved with supreme swiftness, like a whirlwind of flying sand and rolling stones wherever he passed.
Killing intent!
A suffocatingly powerful aura of killing intent invisibly pressed toward Lin Fei.
At the window, the faces of Qin Zimo and the other three showed deep unease; they held their breath, their hearts racing!
Wang Yixin held her phone, continuously recording video.
Since the battle began between Lin Fei and the East Samurai, Wang Yixin had been recording the entire process.
Swish.
