The horror was written all over Gui Jiao's face.
He had heard Lin Chen's name before and knew this young man was decisive in killing, with ruthless methods.
However, even though the Martial Artists surrounded him, he couldn't care less about his dignity now.
He didn't want to die here, so he didn't want to miss even a sliver of hope for survival.
But upon hearing his words, a cold smile crossed Lin Chen's lips.
"When you were killing others, I fear many begged for mercy, but did you spare them?"
Listening to Lin Chen's words, Gui Jiao's face turned extremely pitiful.
Lin Chen said coldly, "I said you'd die, so you must die."
Gui Jiao's face changed, and he turned to run.
At this moment, Lin Chen swung the knife in his hand suddenly, and a human head rolled to the ground.
Drip! Drip!
Though his head had been chopped off, Gui Jiao's body remained upright, looking utterly horrifying.
Boom!
