Chapter 675

Steven was so amused that he laughed. He no longer held back and struck a powerful strike toward Keaton. The force of the blow cut through the air like a blade. Before it even landed, Keaton's clothes were torn apart, leaving countless tiny cuts on his body. Though Keaton had repeatedly offended him, Steven had shown mercy. Steven had considered Keaton's dedication to serving the country. However, Keaton was still unwilling to back down. This, Steven thought, was foolishness. There was no need to hold back anymore. Keaton roared, "Die!" Ignoring his cold poison, he summoned all his energy. His clothes shredded under the intense force, exuding an overwhelming energy. But just then, Keaton's expression changed. The cold poison flared up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His energy faded instantly. Steven was already close to him, his powerful palm ready to strike. In Keaton's eyes, Steven's hand was approaching rapidly. His face turned pale as he sensed a feeling of death.