No, impossible!
My master is the Sword Emperor! The number one man in Dragon Country.
When Murong Ziqi uttered the Sword Emperor's name, he was seventy percent certain Wu Tian would spare him out of respect for his master's reputation. He was one hundred percent certain Wu Tian would at least hesitate.
But Wu Tian did not hesitate. He stomped his foot down.
SQUELCH!
Murong Ziqi's heart shattered. His eyes flew wide in utter disbelief as death claimed him.
Is Wu Tian not afraid of the Sword Emperor?
"The Murong Family…" Wu Tian murmured the name, and a strand of icy aura spread from his body—gloomy and cold. The entire AK47 restaurant was instantly plunged into a wintery chill, the temperature plummeting to freezing.
Murong Guangfu and the other Murong disciples trembled, their legs shaking as their breaths fogged in the frigid air.
"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?" Wu Tian asked.
