"Old Master, you're bold. It seems today's the time for a killing spree."
Hearing Old Sir Lu's words, Lu Tianxing didn't say anything further. He turned around, his gaze falling upon Zhao Wuji. "Want me to strip myself of martial skills and roll out of Jiangnan? You can try. I've killed quite a few today already, don't mind a few more lives. If you dare come at me, I'll dare kill you. See if your heads are harder, or my blade, Lu Tianxing's, is tougher."
As his words fell, Lu Tianxing's entire being immediately exuded an overwhelming killing intent. At this moment, he seemed like a Killing God descended to earth, with one glance making people's backs cold. A faint red light circulated around his body, like the suffusion of blood.
Killing intent!
The dense, inerasable killing intent pervaded the hall.
