The Beauty of Violence

The Dark Roc King was stomped upon. There were traces of blood around his nose and mouth while his whole body was aching. His face had received a barrage of blows and was almost deformed.

Especially since, at this moment, Chu Feng was stepping on and looking down at him. This proud and haughty Roc found this extremely humiliating.

He was someone who had come from among the stars and was once incomparably brilliant. He was full of anticipation after coming to this declined earth because he knew there were vast numbers of astonishing items beneath the ground.

But he had never imagined that he would be beaten half to death soon after his descent and, moreover, by a native of at that. He was beaten, trampled to the ground, and looked down upon.

He had long since understood everything—the powerful race on earth had been wiped out completely and even their inheritance had been severed, leaving only some mixed breed descendants.