"Hmph. Whether I've gone mad or not, you can ask the King of Hell."
Yi Chen snorted coldly, slowly tightening his grip.
With just a little more force, he could snap the young man's neck.
But just then, a loud clang suddenly rang out behind him.
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Yi Chen standing right at the top of the stairs, with the young man's corpse at his feet.
Everyone froze at the sight, then began murmuring among themselves.
Yet Yi Chen seemed not to hear them, his gaze still fixed on the young man.
"You...
"Did you just kill someone?"
The Bald Man stared in shock at Yi Chen, who looked like a god of slaughter. He swallowed involuntarily and asked in a trembling voice.
The others had also gone pale at his actions, and some were already thinking of beating a retreat.
Yi Chen's display was simply too unbelievable. He was like a killing machine, giving people no chance whatsoever to resist.
The Bald Man, in particular, knew all too well how vicious Yi Chen was, even though he had not known him for long.
"The people I just killed were all beasts."
Yi Chen raised his head slightly and looked at them indifferently, snorting coldly. "As for you worthless trash, you aren't even fit to carry my shoes!"
With that, he kicked the young man's corpse down the stairs.
Everyone let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
But the Bald Man still stared with lingering dread at Yi Chen, who resembled a god of slaughter, and licked his dry lips.
Just as he was looking for an opening to launch a sneak attack, the old man beside him suddenly said, "Be careful. He's injured!"
The Bald Man paused briefly at