After all, being able to take a punch at fifty percent of his strength was a feat only a superhuman could achieve.
"I'm in Cemetery No. 7."
Cemetery No. 7 was a private graveyard in Hell, where only core members of Hell who had passed away were eligible for burial.
Until now, there were already one hundred and eight people buried there.
No, including Huang Fei, who personally sent one in today, there were one hundred and nine people.
The silver-faced lady didn't seem to be in a hurry to start fighting, her silver mask shimmering with a ghostly glow under the moonlight.
No powerful aura emanated from her, and if you didn't look closely, you might mistake her for a piece of deadwood.
Yet it was this petite, seemingly unremarkable figure that imposed a tremendous pressure on King Fei, also known as the Underworld King.
This was an existence that had taken a seventy percent strength punch from the boss and had not died.