He had originally pinned his hopes on this final trump card, believing it could lend him a hand, turn the tables completely, and get rid of Chen Xiaofan. But not only had it failed to harm Chen Xiaofan in the slightest, even this last hope had been shattered. The feeling of watching all his efforts go to waste made his heart ache so badly he could barely breathe!
To be honest, he truly did not want to believe what was happening before his eyes. How he wished it were only a dream! Even a terrifying nightmare would have been better, but everything before him was so real, so clear it seemed as though it had happened only yesterday. He could not even deceive himself—how could he possibly turn a blind eye to it?
Only at this moment did he suddenly realize that he had greatly underestimated this youngster before him. Though the other party was so young, he was in fact deeply unfathomable and possessed terrifyingly deep schemes.
Every strike was lethal, decisive and ruthless, swift and precise in movement, vicious beyond compare. He was absolutely not someone he could contend against.
He could not help cursing inwardly, What kind of cursed day is today? Why am I so damned unlucky?!
To be honest, he had encountered many thorny matters in the past, but none had ever been as troublesome as this day's. He had never been so frightened before—this was the first time.
Watching his brothers die one after another, until now he alone remained, he could not help feeling lingering fear and profound helplessness. Despair surged into his heart like a tide, leaving him almost unable to breathe.
At that moment, his gaze met Chen Xiaofan's across from him. Chen Xiaofan was watching him with a smile on