Death of the Tyrant

Time ticked away, second by second, and Bai Ye's heart began to bleed...

Only those truly desperate for time to solve their problems knew just how damn fast it passed!

It felt like having ten minutes left on an exam while your final essay was still unwritten...

Under everyone's frozen gazes, the mysterious powerhouse who had even made the Tyrant wary stuck out his butt without a shred of dignity and climbed step by step onto the Iron Colossus's head.

Though the posture was hardly graceful, he was definitely not slow.

Fortunately, no one saw it, or Bai Ye would never have had the face to meet anyone again.

Huff!

Amid ragged breathing, a ferocious gleam burst from Bai Ye's eyes as he swung his sword with all his might.

Swish, swish, swish!

Beneath the Pure Silver Cross Sword, the Iron Colossus's head was sliced apart as easily as tofu.

"Die, Tyrant... huh!?"

Bai Ye froze instantly. Inside the metal head was another, smaller metal head.

Swish, swish, swish!

The smaller metal head was cut open, revealing an even smaller one inside.

"Fuck you, Tyrant! Are you playing Russian nesting dolls with me?"

Feeling time rapidly slipping away, Bai Ye furiously swung his sword, peeling layer after layer away like an onion.

When he reached the final layer, he finally saw that scarlet figure at the very core!

Yang Jie was currently enveloped from head to toe in a layer of scarlet Blood Qi.

Bai Ye was so angry he laughed. All those layers of steel protection were not enough, and he even had Blood Qi Body Protection?

Now, he finally understood why the Ten Kings were called the Ten Kings.

Even the seemingly arrogant Tyrant, who appeared to look down on everyone, became frighteningly cautious the moment he got