Several middle-aged men who had already come to their senses could only look on with sheer terror and tingles in their scalps at the "murderous Demon King" in front of them, who relentlessly beat Shindai Gen with full force.
They even looked bewildered and aggrieved, clueless why they were suffering this fate.
What would Beichuan Si do to them after he finished with Shindai Gen?
As they thought this, they shrank into a corner and cried, resembling children abandoned by their mother.
Their faint sobbing did not catch Beichuan Si's attention.
The rhythm of the rubber roller in Beichuan Si's hand mercilessly struck Shindai Gen's body.
But, in fact, he was already controlling his strength.
If he had truly exerted his strength, just one swing could have knocked Shindai Gen unconscious… or even have taken his life with a single strike.
Such was the terror of a body eight times more robust than an average person's.
Yet despite this, Beichuan Si's mood wasn't any better.
