C488 Yuen Tiande's Thoughts

Blood.

The vice president's office of the Martial Arts Association in Green Hill City was awash in an endless sea of crimson, a hue that also stained Xiao Qiufeng's gaze.

His movements were fluid, more akin to a graceful dance than the act of taking lives—a macabre ballet.

Neither Innate experts nor Grandmaster-level fighters could stand against Xiao Qiufeng