"There's no need to wait. He isn't coming." Bai Ye spoke indifferently. His voice was not loud, yet the moment he spoke, the venue fell silent as though it had been vacuum-sealed.
"He isn't coming?" The Collector and the others exchanged glances, a terrifying thought vaguely rising in their hearts.
No way... right?
The indifferent black eyes beneath the Black Mask seemed to see through everyone's thoughts. He said calmly, "The Doctor has already been killed by me."
The instant those words fell, the entire Ten Thousand Woods was plunged into dead silence!
The elegant smile on the Collector's face froze, and his pupils abruptly contracted to pinpoints.
The Peerless General instinctively tightened her grip on her red-tasseled spear. A flicker of astonishment crossed her delicate features before turning into utter gravity.
The other Ten Kings were much the same. Some stiffened their backs, some gripped their armrests tightly, while others looked at the Black King in shock.
Their eyes churned with horror and wariness, yet not one of them dared respond.
The Doctor... was dead!!!
The Tyrant, the Azure Dragon, the Doctor—so far, three Ten Kings had died in succession at the Black King's hands.
The leader of the Ten Kings truly deserved to be called the Ten Kings' killer.
There was an instinct embedded in human genes: fear at the sight of one's own kind's corpses.
Seeing ants die in droves beneath one's feet would not stir much emotion, but seeing people like oneself die one after another instinctively inspired fear.
The Ten Kings were the same. They had seen plenty of death, and ordinary people dying meant no more to them than dead ants. But when kings of their own level were slaughtered one after another, even their hearts could not help trembling.
Especially... when the killer