The decisive, murderous aura that Shen Lang casually revealed made even an old hand like Ying Huo's blood boil with excitement!
After spending the last few months with Shen Lang, he had come to understand his temperament quite well.
He knew the young man held countless secrets, was demonically cunning, and left no loose ends.
He possessed innumerable treasures coveted even by Emperor Martial Realm powerhouses, yet he was never arrogant. On the contrary, he always acted with caution, planning every step.
Even the group of King Martial Realm Elder Ancestors from the Five Sects treated him with a mixture of reverence and fear.
But his caution did not mean he was timid or afraid of trouble.
In the battle at Wuling Creek, he had single-handedly slaughtered dozens of Xuanwu Realm powerhouses and a large group of Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artists. Although Ying Huo hadn't seen it, he could easily imagine the scene of blood and carnage, with bodies strewn everywhere.
