Genius Daddy in the City

The rest of them were stunned. They could not help but recall what Ye Chen said earlier, “Even if I don’t use a heavy machine gun, killing trash like you guys is as easy as killing chickens and dogs!”

Massacre, it was indeed a massacre!

The fourteen Martial Dao masters working together could not do anything to Ye Chen. Instead, he killed three people consecutively. If this was not a massacre, then what was?

Yamaguchi Aoki was so scared that his eyes went blank and saliva kept dripping from the corner of his mouth, “How is this possible? How is this possible?!”

The remaining nine Martial Dao masters were already scared out of their wits. One of them took the lead and dashed into the distance, “This person is too powerful. We’re not his match. Run!”

The other eight looked at each other and flew off in different directions.

One of them threatened unwillingly, “Mad Southern Ye, we admit that you’re powerful, but you can’t stop us if we want to leave. Just you wait, we’ll kill every Chinese we see!”

“Nobody I want to kill can escape!”

Ye Chen scoffed and unleashed his Divine Consciousness. Subsequently, he flashed and appeared behind an East India man instantly. He slapped his palm out.

The man turned his head abruptly and instinctively wanted to fight back. However, Ye Chen was faster than him. He turned into mashed flesh by the slap.

“The fourth one!”

Ye Chen caught up to the other person without hesitation!

“The fifth one!”

“The sixth one!”

“…”

Blood splashed maniacally into the sky, and heads fell to the ground one after another. Broken bodies fell from the sky like rags.

Meng Zixiang and the rest watched in fear. In their eyes, Ye Chen seemed to have turned into a deadly demon. No one who was targeted by him could escape alive.

Too strong!

Terrifyingly strong!

Fortunately, that person was Chinese!

Otherwise, it would be a nightmare to them…

When the last Martial Dao master was killed by Ye Chen, the entire Yamaguchi Group headquarters seemed to have turned into hell. Wherever the naked eye passed, corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowed like rivers.

Many Chinese vomited.

Song Hu covered Song Qiye’s eyes with his hand. However, he did not notice that Song Qiye could see everything clearly through his fingers.

There was no fear in the ten-year-old’s eyes!

There was only shock and admiration for Ye Chen!

He clenched his fists subconsciously as he watched Ye Chen. He secretly made up his mind that he would become someone like his master in the future.

One man killing a thousand soldiers, drinking the enemy’s blood!