Seeing every weapon aimed directly at him while more than a dozen killing intents locked onto his body at the same time, Max remained completely calm as though the situation before him carried no threat whatsoever, and not even the slightest trace of nervousness appeared on his face despite the overwhelming hostility surrounding him from every direction.
Instead, a smile slowly appeared across his face.
However, this was not the calm and composed smile that people usually associated with him. This smile carried an unmistakable sense of excitement, almost as though he had finally found something worthy of entertaining him after a long period of boredom.
There was anticipation within his eyes, a dangerous eagerness that only intensified the more greed and confidence he sensed from the disciples standing below him.
