“I was going to let you live a little longer, but you came knocking on death’s door instead.”
With that, Jared lifted his foot and stomped it down on Kenneth’s head.
Before Kenneth could even scream, Jared’s foot crushed his head and splattered brain matter everywhere. The smell of blood instantly permeated the air in the tomb.
“Mr. Carrall!”
The two Martial Arts Grandmasters from Thunderstorm Sect lunged toward Jared upon witnessing what happened, locking their raging auras on him.
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