The words had barely faded, and murderous intent surfaced.
In an instant, a terrifying murderous aura erupted from Lu Tianxing, spreading relentlessly in all directions. Within moments, the entire bar seemed to plunge into the depths of winter, chilling intent that pierced to the bone, as if even the water could freeze from its sheer intensity.
A bone-chilling aura enveloped Fang Yaowu, causing his face to turn deathly pale. At that moment, Fang Yaowu felt as if he were trapped in Abyss Hell, surrounded by a mountain of corpses and seas of blood, filled with the stench of gore. Amidst the swirling carnage, he saw his own body drift above, as though his heart were being crushed by invisible hands, leaving him gasping for breath.
