"What?!"
Alan's voice spiked sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The remaining bounty hunters, those who had followed the mustached leader, instinctively raised their guard.
They hadn't even seen what Alan had done just now—
they didn't even understand how their leader had died.
But Alan wasn't about to give them the luxury of guessing.
Without hesitation, he conjured a longsword of pure metal element in his hand and thrust it forward, piercing straight through the chest of the nearest bounty hunter.
The man felt only a sudden chill in his chest.
He slowly looked down, only to see a gaping hole where his heart should have been,
his internal organs shredded into bloody pulp.
He spat out a massive mouthful of blood and collapsed stiffly to the ground—
still breathing, but beyond saving.
"Don't just stand there! RUN!"
someone finally shouted.
At this point, even a fool could see that none of them were a match for Alan.
And the bounty hunters were not fools—
