Chapter 265: Better Off Dead!

Bang! With that thunderous blast, the old man in black exploded midair into a cloud of blood mist. "Mr. Xuanmo!" Graham Hemingbrough shouted until his throat went raw. Xuanmo stood at the level of a Martial Lord, yet he had been blown into blood mist by a single punch. The sight froze everyone. Faces across the Hemingbrough family twisted with sheer terror. Some people shook so hard their bones seemed ready to rattle apart. Allan Dalton's ruthless, overbearing brutality chilled them to the...