King of the World's lips curled with a bloodthirsty smile, as he felt a demonic urge stir within him.
A woman's intuition is often right; Xie Yao's warning about King of the World being dangerous was definitely not without merit.
Having killed for so long on the battlefield, King of the World now unleashed the cold-blooded demonic aura that clung to him.
Even when faced with a hopeless situation, he remained absolutely calm. Barrages of gunfire and explosions—King of the World had been through it all, let alone this minor skirmish.
In the moment the two Thieves pounced towards him, King of the World assessed their attack trajectory and anticipated their methods, his body subtly shifting as one Thief's small daggers grazed past his ear and the other's past his cheek.
King of the World could feel the chilling aura emanating from the tips of the daggers.
