Watching the look on Nezha's face that resembled one seeing an idiot, terror rang in Scarface's heart.
He took a deep breath of the fresh yet damp mountain air, preparing to shout a warning to his companions, but Nezha acted much faster than he could speak. With a slap, he directly shattered Scarface's crown.
His eyes bulged out, and fresh blood slowly flowed down from the top of his skull.
The world in his eyes gradually blurred, turning pitch black.
He never imagined that after a lifetime of licking blood off his blade, he would die at the hands of a child in such a manner.
With a thud!
Scarface's hefty body fell to the ground, kicking up a thin layer of dust.
The temple that had been somewhat noisy was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Nezha once again sensed several gazes fixed on him, but the meanings within those gazes differed from before.
"What's going on?"
