However, Darryl's expression remained indifferent; he was not bothered the slightest bit.

"Today, I will take your lives to pay homage to the deceased Master Damien. All of you can go to hell!"

"Blood Battle Eight Directions!"

A frenzied roar came from Darryl. Then, he summoned the Heavenly Halberd. A blood-red shot of light swept out across the area toward a dozen elite killers.

"Argh!"

The blood-red shot of light instantly shrouded the dozen elite killers. They were screaming incessantly as blood sprayed in all directions. Finally, they fell from mid-air, one after another, into a pool of blood.

In no time, only Moloch was left in the entire hall!

Gasp!

Moloch could not help but gasp at the sight; he was stunned.

'Who the hell is that live-in son-in-law? Where is he from? His strength is so terrifying!'

Darryl held his Heavenly Halberd tightly while his eyes locked on Moloch. His tone was so ominous, like a voice from hell. "Now, it's your turn. Tell me who the employer is