Chapter 429: Gordon Yale vs. God of Love Burial (Part Two)

"Your men are dead. You're next!" In the cold, desolate hall, God of Love Burial Mateo fixed Gordon Yale with a frostbitten stare. Gordon had wiped out his five generals as if it were nothing. Mateo's fists clenched until his knuckles cracked, killing intent flashing like shards of ice while a furnace of rage roared in his chest. He had never imagined that this trash, this ant beneath his feet, would dare stand right in front of him and declare war so brazenly. He was Mateo, God of Love...