Ian stepped over Barlow's corpse, blood dripping from the tip of the knife. Barlow may not understand until he dies where Ian's power comes from, and the Great Han will not understand this, and he almost can't help but retreat as Ian walks forward.

But he didn't, how could the shame that Ian brought him a few months ago, the shame that brought to the royal family, be reproduced here?

"Who do you think you are. "Do you think you can escape death once you have regained your strength?" ”

It was still the same as before, but Dahan himself didn't feel it, he no longer had the momentum he had before, and there was panic in his tone that was difficult to hide, causing his voice to tremble a little. As Ian stood still in front of him, he felt the pressure rush over him.

He struggled to spit out two words: "Kill him." ”

The twin brothers, Karen Kahler, lunged at Ian from left to right. They are not only the mid-level hunters of the hall, but also the guards who have been trained by the royal family for many years, and who specialize in assassination. Both of them were armed with short knives, a weapon that had a huge advantage in hand-to-hand combat, and even if it was, it was much longer than Ian's dagger.

Slow, too slow.

Ian just leaned back and dodged Karen's first blow. Caleb followed, slashing at Ian's thigh with a short knife, and the two brothers worked together for many years, and their movements were almost synchronized. But it's just almost, and Ian can catch it if there's just a little gap.

Even if not.

Ian leaps into the air and kicks Cullen in the head as he dodges Calle's attack. Before Cullen could react to why Ian was moving so fast, he fell to the ground after being hit the head. Ian didn't take advantage of the victory, because Calle's attack came again.

He reached out, almost grazing Kahler's dagger, and grabbed his wrist. Calle realized something, and subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but it was too late. As soon as Ian exerted his strength, there was a crisp sound, and Calle's face changed drastically, and the short knife fell off the palm of his hand.

Ian still didn't let him go, leaning directly on top of him, and then unloaded his arm. Calle held back his snort and grabbed Ian's neck with his other hand.

But will Ian give Calle a chance? In the days he spent fighting Perseus at the top of the World Tree, he had honed his fighting skills to the top, even if he didn't. He let go of Calle's unloaded arm, and before Calle's other hand could touch him, Ian threw him over the shoulder.

Calle was thrown to the ground, and without a snort, Ian took the lead in breaking his neck.

"The first. Ian whispered.

The next moment, he leapt to his feet and kicked Cullen, who had just risen from the ground, this time with his head. Poor Cullen had not recovered from the heavy blow he had received from his previous blows and was lying down again. Ian walked slowly to his side, and under the horrified gaze of everyone, he wrung Cullen's neck.

"The third. ”

At the moment when Ian's words fell, a muffled sound suddenly came from behind Dahan. He turned around and saw that the man who had been standing behind him had fallen in a pool of blood, staring at him with "unbelievable" written all over his face. On his forehead, a short dagger was stuck upside down.

Crushing, complete crushing.

Dahan finally understood why the hall had listed Ian in the ranks. In the 700-year history of the Hall, there have been too many powerful hunters, but the Hall did not hesitate at all, and made Ian the First Lord. Originally, the big man thought that it was just because Ian had divine powers, but the bloody facts were telling him that even without divine powers, this newly adult man still possessed the most powerful fighting skills.

Not to mention his understatement of killing Karen Calle, just the dagger. When did he throw it? It was still in his hand a moment ago, wasn't it?

If, just now, his goal was himself, then he was not already dead, and just like Barlow, thinking of this, the fear of Ian in Dahan's heart was even greater. He watched as Ian walked towards him, and this time he finally didn't hold back and took several steps back.

"I warn you, don't mess around. The big man roared, "We still have ** people, you have no weapons, you can't fight us-ah!"

A short knife was thrown in the air, and before the big man could react, the short knife sank into his thigh. It wasn't Ian who threw it, it was Manhe, who picked up Karen's dagger and threw it directly at the big man. In fact, Dahan had every chance to avoid it, but all his energy was focused on Ian, so naturally he didn't take precautions.

"You bastard!" yelled, "Ah, kill them for me!"

Ian watched as the royal guards lunged towards him, his scarlet eyes unwavering.

They are nothing but dead men, and what if they are unarmed themselves?

......

A quarter of an hour later, there was no one left standing in the aisle except Ian. Ian left a bloody footprint with every step, and he walked up to the big man, who had been arrogant and domineering a moment ago, and was now dying, and a sharp dagger sank into his chest.

"You, you're a monster. The big man said weakly, "You are not a human, you are a dragon, a descendant of a dragon." ”

"Yes, but so what?"

"You're going to die. The big man said, "The dragon clan will not tolerate you, the human race will not tolerate you, you are a monster, the biggest monster in the world." I curse you, I curse you with all that I have. ”

"You don't have anything left. Ian said calmly, "Including life, it will soon be gone." By the way, if your mission fails, I won't die. Since I won't die, then the people of the royal family will die. ”

Dahan's eyes widened: "What do you want to do!"

"Do what you originally wanted to do to the hunters. ”

"That's royal!"

"In this world, there is a king, and it is enough. Ian said coldly, and then stabbed the dagger into his heart before the big man could say the next word. Dahan couldn't say a word, and after struggling a few times, he didn't breathe.

Throughout the time, Ian didn't know his name.

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