C177 The Strength of a King!

"Spare me... I..."

As Yu Haoran nonchalantly swung his fist, Wang Jue's pleas for mercy grew fainter.

Blood splattered in all directions, staining the shattered glass on the floor a vivid red. It was almost unimaginable how much blood a person could lose.

Thud!

Thud!

The sounds of fists pounding flesh echoed continuously, casting an eerie pall over the room.

Eventually