"I'm late."
The voice echoed deeply in their ears, Lei Long widened his eyes, and the rest of the crew were also shocked back to their senses.
But before they could speak.
"Lunde!!"
A violent killing intent erupted suddenly, and the middle-aged man in silk attire at the execution platform, known as Duke Charles, stood up abruptly, eyes full of bloodlines and murderous intent.
Only then did the surrounding soldiers regain their composure, some were terrified, some were frightened, hurriedly trying to shoot.
Swoosh!!
An invisible golden light flickered and disappeared, heads separated from bodies, guns shattered.
Amidst the splattering blood, the surrounding crowd changed color and started screaming and fleeing.
Expressionless, the green-black arm casually tossed the body with a crushed head and pierced chest to the ground like garbage.
"Courting death!!"
