"Qin... Tian..."
Each syllable was wrapped in overwhelming hatred, as if it intended to engrave this name into bones, merging it into every drop of blood.
His only friend, the only person who brought him warmth and kindness, was dead.
Kill!
Kill!
All of you will die!
At this moment, the two Star Thieves escorting Xiong finally realized what was happening.
"Looking for death!"
They shouted angrily, their fists suddenly lighting up with blinding Spiritual Energy, striking left and right at Xiong's vital points.
As members of the Hundred Hunt Star Thieves, executioners of the Bloody Arena, they were Tier Two Spiritualists, a single punch capable of shattering steel plates.
However—
"Bang! Bang!"
Xiong's fists met them directly, plain and unadorned, without a trace of Spiritual Energy, yet like two heavy hammers, they crushed the opponents' Spiritual Energy defenses as if they were nothing!
"Crack!"
