Upon receiving the affirmative reply, Crow's features twisted into that of an enraged lion, his voice sinking to an all-time low, "Kid, you're courting death!"
"No, it's you who's courting death," Ye Huan shot back, undaunted.
"Then let's see... who's really courting death!"
Crow roared, then lifted his toe and stomped down hard.
"Bang!"
A loud boom echoed.
The force of his stomp was so large that it cracked the ground for dozens of meters around, raising plumes of dust into the air!
Crow's overwhelming killing intent was fully exposed to the atmosphere.
He hadn't been this angry in a long time!
A very long time!
The royal families of the Middle East paid him billions annually in protection fees out of fear, even gifting him oil fields!
All the mercenary groups rushed to curry favor with him!
For nothing else but Crow's title as the Mercenary King of the Middle East and his ridiculously powerful solo combat skills!
