"The name of this lord, is called Dragon Soul Butcher, you'd better remember it well, because after you go down there, when you meet the King of Hell, you'll need it!"
From beneath the black-robed person's hood, a sinister laugh emerged, sounding exceptionally uncomfortable to the listeners.
Especially the assassins standing behind Chen Tianshou.
Although many of them were foreigners, they were intimately familiar with the legend of the King of Hell from Huaxia—the black-robed person's words meant they should remember who killed them, so they could report it to the King of Hell when the time came!
"Bastard, too arrogant!"
"Who the hell is this guy! So clueless about life and death, boss, let me take him down!"
"Exactly! And TM Dragon Soul Butcher, in my opinion, you're nothing but a pile of shit! A pile of black shit!"
"Hahaha!"
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