Salute to the General novel Chapter 3811

Wolfric and the others had not spoken yet when the tall and imposing Xyperian War God, Tyrell, stepped forward.

He angrily shouted, "Outrageous! What do you take Earth for? Do you think this is a place you can come and go as you please? Do you consider us Earthlings your livestock, to be taken away at your whim?"

Lucius smiled. "Exactly. In my eyes, you are just livestock waiting to be slaughtered! If I want someone dead, they die. I gave you a chance. If you don't cherish it, then I won't hesitate to be blunt."

Tyrell roared, "Let me see how blunt you can be!"

With that, his figure suddenly moved like a fierce tiger emerging from the forest, lunging toward Lucius with a murderous intent.

"Strike at the head."

Tyrell understood this principle. If he could swiftly capture the leader, dealing with the rest of the enemies would be much easier.

Though his idea was good, he had underestimated the strength of Lucius and his alien companions.

Seeing Tyrell launching an attack, Lucius remained unperturbed.

As Tyrell approached, about to throw a punch, Lucius struck with lightning speed.

He raised his hand, meeting Tyrell's fist with his own.

Tyrell was a Xyperian, a towering figure whose stature was considered colossal even among Earth's inhabitants.

Compared to Lucius, he still fell short.

Lucius's fist was larger, and his speed was faster.

Boom!

The two fists collided like two oncoming cannonballs, fiercely crashing into each other, creating a thunderous sound on the scene.

Lucius stood still like a mountain, while Tyrell's fist and arm were directly shattered by Lucius' punch.

A burst of blood mist erupted.

Robbed of his right arm, Tyrell let out a heart-wrenching scream. He was sent flying backward, landing heavily in front of Wolfric and the others.

The entire crowd of humans was astounded.

Wolfric was both shocked and furious. "Damn it. How dare they harm one of us at our headquarters? Someone, seize him for me."