His gaze lingered on the sword drawn at him, and he wondered if they expected him to feel threatened by a mere sword and a bunch of ignorant immortal soldiers behind him.
Xueyao swallowed and stepped closer, wondering what the leader was trying to do.
''What are you doing?'' She asked as the leader's hateful gaze towards Lingxiao grew.
''I am doing what I should be doing. A God responsible for the pending destruction of the immortal realm is not welcome here in Shenyin.''
Xueyao's mouth parted in shock as she desperately tried to think of a way to stop them from being foolish. No one needs to tell her twice that they would all just die in his hands if they do not pull back their swords and let her explain their purpose here. She had to calm them down before things escalated further.
The faint smile of amusement that cradled his beautiful face only haunted the leader more as he pushed his sword closer to his face.
