New Strength

Qiang stared at the severed heads on the floor, and his mind raced.

'For someone to take out Scar and the rest of my men so easily… they have to be strong.'

Scar wasn't weak. None of them were. His mercenaries had fought in countless battles, cutting down countless enemies. Yet now, they were nothing more than lifeless heads rolling at his feet.

He felt true fear at the thought of who could do such a thing, but he quickly pushed it away.

No. It didn't matter how strong this person was. He was stronger.

Qiang had fought his way to the top, crushing anyone who stood in his way. He had killed warriors, assassins, even martial artists from the great sects. There was no way someone like him would fear a nameless attacker.

Still…exercising caution was necessary.

Whoever this was, they weren't normal. Killing that many men in such a short time meant they weren't just skilled…they were efficient.