C1281 CHAPTER1281 TO ESTABLISH HIS PRESTIGE

Sam Moreels silently raised his horn, his eyes growing calm and focused. Then, he picked up the Judge's Brush again and wrote a word with composure.

First, there was 'stop,' then 'kill...' The 'stop' was in front of him, followed by the 'kill' behind. It was a pincer attack from both sides, enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

Linghu Jian's mouth twitched