"I hate that tone of yours," Liu Zhenhan glared at the handsome man as he stretched out his arm and bellowed, "Everyone stop!"
This battle, which was supposed to be Xiang Pa clashing with Emperor Polo, was now declared over.
In just a few exchanges, only about twenty of the two hundred Arsenic Giants remained.
Fat Luo's three long knives were only half a centimeter from splitting open a skull when the boss's loud shout rose, and he switched to using the knife handles to chisel three holes in the head of that Arsenic Giant.
It was all too fast!