The Slaughter Executioner's head fell from the sky.
Qin Feng's figure descended from the sky right behind it.
Every Tianzhu player present widened their eyes once more, their faces filled with disbelief.
"What's going on?"
"How is this possible? The Slaughter Executioner got executed?"
"Oh, damn! My eyes must be playing tricks on me!"
"That head is fake! I'll count to three, and the real Executioner will kill Dark Shadow!"
"Three! Two! One... oh, shit! Dark Shadow's still here!"
"Run, run! This is the real Dark Shadow!!"
After a brief silence, the dozens of Tianzhu Country players descended into chaos.
When they realized that even the Slaughter Executioner had been killed by Dark Shadow, their minds had turned completely to mush.
Their brains, which hadn't worked particularly well to begin with, were now even more muddled.
Even Babi, the young interpreter beside Qin Feng, reacted swiftly. He immediately summoned a big black duck, climbed onto its back, and tried to flee amid a chorus of quacks.
Qin Feng grabbed him and hauled him back.
Lifting Babi by the collar, Qin Feng sighed. "What are you running for?"
Babi was probably about five feet tall, with short hair and dark skin. He didn't struggle when he was lifted, merely ducking his head. "Uh, I don't know, sir."
"You stay."
Qin Feng said that to him, then set him down.
In his previous life, Qin Feng had indeed learned the languages of quite a few countries, but Hindi really wasn't among them.
After all, if he actually needed to deal with Tianzhu players, English would generally do.
It was just that...
Tianzhu players' English accents were so outlandish that words failed him.
Unless necessary, Qin Feng really didn't want to communicate with them in English... having an interpreter beside him would