Blood covered his eyes through the wound on Yas' forehead, and the world became bright red.

At such a close distance, Yas could no longer wave the iron pipe in his hand. His five fingers loosened, and the cold iron pipe fell quietly.

Then the palm of his hand was tightly clasped, like a tough rock, swinging violently, and even a cyclone was brought out around, even the air was slightly distorted.

The power of Yas's body quickly gathered, condensed into a point on Yas' fist. The moment he touched the shadow, it seemed like a sudden erupting volcano, pouring out the accumulated power wildly!

"War Power!"

Last time, Yas released this move with an iron tube to deal with Xiao Ba, but after the strengthening of physical skills and the blessing of [precision control], this punch burst out with unprecedented terrifying power!

Damn it...

This was the first thought after Shadow reacted, and what came immediately was Yas's increasingly bigger fist.

"boom!"

A series of terrifying waves of air exploded from Yas's body, and the entire ship was trembling slightly.

The shadow was like a shell that was knocked out, and it smashed into the cabin with a "boom", making a huge hole in the cabin that looked luxurious.

The smoke and dust flew up. For a moment, the soldiers who were about to come out to support the cabin were stunned and looked at each other.

"Is the one who flew over just now... Lord Shadow?"

A soldier looked at Yas who was rubbing his wrist and asked in disbelief.

"It seems to be."

These soldiers seemed to have lost their souls. As the king's close guard, no one knew how cruel the Shadow's method was.

But no one has ever complained, because his strength is so strong that he can suppress everything, but now he has been beaten away by an unknown boy?

This made these soldiers a little unacceptable for a while.

"Then it's you, bastard."

Yas tried hard to pull out his legs from the pit where he stood, jumped up gently, and came to Prince Cole, who was already in a state of dismay, and looked at him coldly.

"No, you can't kill me, I'm the prince!"

Prince Cole was no longer as if I was just now. Instead, he sat on the board with horror on his face, watching Yas step by step, and retreated in panic.

"Yes, I'm the prince, you can't kill me!"

Cole seemed to have grabbed the last straw and finally kept shouting:

"I'm the prince, you can't kill me!"

Yellow liquid flowed out from under Cole, and the smell of urine made Yas frown impatiently.

"Prince, I'm really bored."

Yas shook his head, waved the iron pipe in his hand, and killed him directly, so as not to be embarrassed here.

Yas used an iron pipe to play with a few sticks in his hand, and turned his head to stare at the remaining soldiers who were still hesitating.

A few blood marks remained on Yas's face, making his appearance look particularly ferocious and cruel at this time.

Especially after he solved a royal family without even blinking.

These guys should still provide one percent of their contribution.

While the soldiers were trying to overcome their fears, Yas had silently begun to convert these guys into experience values ​​needed to improve their physique.

"What's going on!"

A full roar came from the cabin, attracting Yas's attention.

The camera moved to the cabin, and the bloated greasy king was squatting next to the seriously injured shadow, his face looking a little ugly.

He originally wanted to see why he had not caught the invader in front of him for so long, but he didn't expect it to be this scene.

"Where is the gangster?"

King Waiters' voice suddenly decreased, and the atmosphere at the scene told him that the situation might not be very good at this time.

Shadow is already the strongest guard under his command, but he has fallen here at this time, and the result of the battle is already very obvious.

"Hello, Lord King."

Yas slowly walked into the cabin and was in a mood to say hello to the bloated king, but his eyes were full of jokes, but there was no smile.

Every time Yas took a step, the guards around him took a step back, and finally even made way for him.

"What do you... want?"

Witts breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't make a fool of himself like his son. He knew that these soldiers were no longer reliable, and the only thing that could save his life was his own value.

"I can give you as much money as you want."

"I can give it to you one hundred million Baileys, five hundred million Baileys, and one billion Baileys!"

Witts stared at Yas, as if he wanted to see his desire in Yas' eyes.

"It's true that he is worthy of being the king. Billion Bailey gives it as soon as he says."

The tragic look in Yas's eyes became even more severe, and the sight of Vitus and the soldiers around him was frightened.

It seems like there are some beasts hidden in this human body.

"This guy's own decision, I can give him to you! You can make him a slave, and now people torture whatever they want!"

Witts finally began to panic. He pushed the shadow of life and death behind him, and his voice had already brought a little bit of accusation.

The shadow behind him was not dead yet, and he half raised his eyes. After hearing this, his eyes, which were not originally enchanting, became even more dull.

It was right that Yas expected. While gaining terrifying speed, he also lost his physical defense ability, and he was more like a minor assassin.

Facing enemies whose speed is not as fast as his, but once they are restricted from moving, they are easily hit hard.

"What a pity, I'm going to kill you!"

Yas withdrew his gaze and quickly restrained his tragic look. His figure flashed, leaving a rotating airflow in its original place.

Before all the soldiers could react, they raided in front of the king and smashed it down with a stick.

No one expected Yas to attack suddenly, but even if he expected it, no one could stop Yas.

"No..."

Yas did not give the disgusting king a chance to finish his sentence. He went on a bunch and cut off his life, leaving only a little blood on the shadow behind him.

But at this time the shadow seemed to have lost all consciousness and his eyes were open without any focal length. After the death of this nominal master, he had lost all motivation and did not even know what the meaning of his life was...

This is the sorrow of every dead man.
Chapter completed!