Chapter 875: Thunderous Means

Hearing Zhou Huai's casual question, "Should these people be killed, or taken alive?", Eliza was obviously at a loss.

She knelt blankly on the back of the griffon, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Ah?

Me?

Is this a time when I can voice my opinion?

She looked at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed young man in front of her; his tone was as casual as if he were asking what to have for dinner tonight.

Yet standing below were the elites of the Blood Wolf Gang, the thugs who had almost tortured her to death just moments ago!

Eliza swallowed hard, her mind blank, not knowing how to reply for a moment.

Down on the lawn, the bearded man Donte saw that Zhou Huai didn't take him seriously at all, and even nonchalantly asked the bird-person girl how to dispose of him, instantly flying into a rage.

"Arrogant! Simply courting death!"

The veins on Donte's forehead bulged.

He was the second-in-command of the Blood Wolf Gang, after all. In the underground world of Gotham City, who wouldn't respectfully call out Boss Donte upon seeing him?

Today, he was actually completely ignored by a brash youngster right in front of a group of his subordinates!

"Who do you think you are? Riding a griffon and daring to come act all high and mighty on our Blood Wolf Gang's territory?"

Donte abruptly raised the several-hundred-jin heavy giant battleaxe in his hand, the blade instantly igniting with blood-colored battle qi, pointing directly at Zhou Huai in mid-air.

"Brothers, kill him!"

Donte roared wildly.

"Kill!"

"Chop him into mincemeat!"

The crowd behind him responded. Over a dozen elite underlings of the Blood Wolf Gang roared in unison, successively bursting forth with occupational auras as their blades left their scabbards.

The moment Donte gave the order, an elemental mage standing at the back of the crowd had already secretly accumulated energy.

This mage was as high as Rank 62 and was an Advanced guest consultant heavily recruited by the Blood Wolf Gang.

Taking advantage of the gap while Donte attracted attention, the ruby at the top of his staff had already condensed high temperature to release an elemental skill.

"Die! Flame Dragon Roar!"

A flame giant dragon over a dozen meters long roared out, surging to swallow Zhou Huai in mid-air.

"Good! Burn him to death!"

Seeing this, the underlings of the Blood Wolf Gang all revealed ferocious grins.

As a result, before the flame dragon even approached Zhou Huai, it was deflected away by an invisible force.

"Boom—!"

A muffled sound.

The flames splattered in all directions, yet they couldn't even flutter a corner of Zhou Huai's clothing.

Immediately following, a rebound force erupted from the invisible barrier, directly bouncing the flame dragon back along its original path!

"What?!"

The ferocious grin on the elemental mage's face instantly froze.

Before he had time to put up a defense, he was hit head-on by his own flame dragon, flying backward and heavily smashing into the wall.

The entire scene was dead silent. The Blood Wolf Gang members widened their eyes and looked at each other in dismay.

Faced with the shock of the crowd below, Zhou Huai didn't even look, directly using Li Er's Word of Law.

To prevent the commotion from attracting trouble, he decided to seal off the area first.

There was no lengthy chant, nor any magical light; Zhou Huai only slightly moved his lips.

Only two words: Block.

The voice was not loud, but it carried the power of the Word of Law.

Seemingly not triggering any anomalies, in reality, an invisible shielding force had already enveloped the entire manor.

This force modified the underlying Law of space, completely isolating the sounds, energy fluctuations, and light changes inside the manor from the outside world.

Even if they fought so fiercely inside that heaven and earth shattered, to the outside world, it would still appear calm and tranquil.

After finishing all this, the next second, a figure rushed out from within Zhou Huai's body.

"Rumble!"

A peal of thunder abruptly exploded in the clear sky.

Golden thunder poured down, condensing in front of Zhou Huai.

It was none other than Yasuo, wrapped in golden thunder.

He wore a black windbreaker with a crescent moon emblem, his black hair tied casually behind his head, a few strands of bangs obscuring his sharp eyes.

His chin had some stubble, and golden thunder crazily wandered along the longsword in his hand.

"Wh-What kind of person is this?"

The suddenly popped-out Yasuo gave the surrounding people a fright.

That pure thunder coercion made the present Blood Wolf Gang members' legs involuntarily go soft.

Fortunately, Donte gave the command in time to steady the underlings' emotions.

"What is there to panic about! It's just playing God!"

Donte gripped the battleaxe tightly with both hands, a flash of madness crossing the depths of his eyes. "I am a Rank 70 Berserker! No matter what kind of thing he is, die for me!"

Before his voice fell, Donte charged toward Yasuo, taking the lead.

"Mountain-Splitting Slash!" Donte roared, his Rank 70 battle qi erupting as the battleaxe condensed a blood-colored axe radiance several meters long, fiercely slashing toward Yasuo.

Facing this attack, there was not the slightest ripple in Yasuo's eyes.

He didn't even have the intention to dodge, only slowly raising his longsword.

As a result, before Donte even reacted, he only saw a flash of thunder, and his right arm silently slid off.

Too fast. No one saw Yasuo's sword-drawing motion clearly, only seeing a streak of golden lightning.

Donte was still maintaining the posture of a charging slash, but his right arm holding the battleaxe high, along with the heavy battleaxe, had already heavily smashed onto the lawn.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror. Before fresh blood even had time to gush out, it was charred by the power of thunder.

Donte let out a miserable scream.

"Ahhhhh! My hand! My hand!"

Donte clutched his severed arm and rolled on the ground, his miserable screams echoing within the manor.

This tragic state completely frightened the other underlings.

The Blood Wolf Gang members stared at the black-clothed swordsman in mid-air as if looking at a monster.

"B-Boss was instantly killed?"

"He didn't even last a single move?"

Fear spread rapidly.

The crowd that was originally full of Killing Intent instantly lost their cohesion, having no more Battle Intent, and turned around to run one after another.

"Run quickly!"

"This is simply not something we can deal with!"

Looking at the fleeing crowd below, Zhou Huai gave the command from the griffon: Kill them all, leave none alive.

Yasuo nodded, his figure transforming into lightning as he chased after them.

"Lightning Phantom Body!"

Yasuo's body instantly split into three, transforming into three streaks of lightning phantoms.

His figure was as fast as a ghost; in an instant, dozens of people died in his hands.

Golden sword light intertwined among the crowd, and every time thunder flashed, it was accompanied by heads flying into the air.

Those level 50 or 60 Blood Wolf Gang elites were like paper mache in front of Yasuo, torn to pieces by Sword Qi before they even had time to scream.

The originally flat lawn had now become an Asura field.

Eliza covered her mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

She knew the background of that bearded man—the second-in-command of the Gotham Blood Wolf Gang, Rank 70.

Although not the top tier in Gotham City, he was definitely a first-rate combat force. Yet in front of this gentleman, he couldn't even last a single round.