Invisible ripples spread throughout the city. The Demon Dragon Hall's senior members rushed out of their palaces, and as they stared at the streets reduced to rubble and Yi Chen crazily destroying everything, they shrieked in fury, "Kill him! Kill him!"
A Peak Douluo roared and lunged at Yi Chen, wielding an enormous Long Club.
Yi Chen turned and lashed out with a kick. The Long Club in the Peak Douluo's hands let out a mournful cry, like an eggshell being kicked apart. With a brittle crash, it shattered inch by inch, and the Peak Douluo himself flew backward, spraying blood from his mouth. Several Peak Douluo behind him cried out in alarm and hurried to his side, scrambling to treat his injuries.
Yi Chen blurred and plunged into the crowd again. He seized a Demon Dragon Hall deacon who had just rushed out, and with a series of cracks, twisted the man's neck into a braided knot. He bit off his head and casually tossed it to Butcher in the distance. Butcher caught the head with a savage expression, opened his huge mouth, and chewed vigorously before gulping it down.
Yi Chen's arms stretched out like venomous snakes, each finger driving like a steel spike into the vital points of the weaker Demon Dragon Hall disciples. Every strike gravely wounded someone, yet he deliberately left them alive, slowly devouring their blood essence. His killing intent grew ever denser, and a cloud of blood shrouded him, making him resemble a bloodthirsty god of slaughter.
A Peak Douluo charged up behind Yi Chen and slashed viciously at him with a streak of black light. Yi Chen sneered and spun, clamping his legs around the man's waist. With a crack, he tore the man alive into two pieces, sending a great rain