Chapitre 160: Chapter 118 Aren't You Going to Apologize to Your Uncle Qin? (10)

Nicholas's ruthlessness was fully displayed at this moment, promising Horn three chances was exactly that, down to the last second.

When the three seconds were up, the silver fist smashed straight toward Horn's head, without the slightest hesitation.

The silvery flames, writhing like a venomous snake, made Horn's scalp tingle; seeing the silver light closing in, his heart exploded with fear, and he could no longer bear it, screaming out the name of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Prince.

But the speed of the fist did not stop, it continued to close in.

Just as Horn thought his head would turn into minced meat in the next blink, the fist suddenly whooshed to the side, with a bang smashing into the ground next to Horn's head.

In an instant, the ground cracked.

The silver flame even melted some of the shattered stone plates.

The fighting energy scattered the broken stones in all directions, projecting them onto Horn's cheek.