It wasn't long before Guo Shan and Han Feiyu, who had been ganging up on Zhou Cui like wolves circling wounded prey, noticed something strange in their surroundings.
Xiao Ming had already fixed a cold look on Guo Shan, regarding him as nothing more than meat on a chopping block.
His eyes contained chillingly sharp sword intent, like blades forged in frozen starlight.
Only a few years back, he'd fled with everything he had after encountering Guo Shan, even resorting to dangerous methods to escape at any cost.
He'd managed to slither away then despite his weak strength, like a carp slipping through a fisherman's net.
But now? Guo Shan was still powerful, yes, but not powerful enough to make Xiao Ming wary.
In fact, he seemed to welcome a clash between them, like settling an old debt written in blood.
As Xiao Ming's gaze lingered on him, Guo Shan couldn't help but feel a strong sense of dread crawling up his spine. He paused his fight with Zhou Cui.
