The First Heir

More than a dozen assassins stood in the hall and exchanged glances with each other. The strength displayed by Fennel really shocked them. In just one move, a disciple from the third zone was killed!

Powerful! Too strong!

This must be at least the strength of the fourth zone. However, the bounty mission did not specify that the target was a disciple from the fourth zone.

Damn it!

There must be a problem with this bounty mission. It had sent them to their deaths. At once, the remaining assassins from the third zone backed away, looked at each other, and dated not step forward. Only a few assassins had reached the peak of the fourth zone. At this moment, their expressions were indifferent as they glanced at their dead companion on the floor with a disdainful smile.

One of them was a tall, dark disciple with muscles all over his body, just like a gorilla.

stepped forward, squeezed his fists tightly together, laughed disdainfully, and said, “Very good. I didn’t expect to meet my match. Your next opponent is me, and

from the man. The air around him was stirred by the energy from

“Vataco is the same as always, coming up with bounty missions and sending people to

disciples coldly as he asked with a smile, “Do

you, you stupid Easterner! You’re

as lightning. As it blasted toward Fennel’s head, the fist quickly became

standing at the back

Too strong!

to shatter that arrogant Easterner’s head. However, what happened in the next second made them stare dumbfoundedly, not even daring to breathe. That was because Fennel had simply raised his hand lightly

to meet his punch, he sneered and said, “You’re out of your

Bang!