Once the words were spoken, the entire VIP room was left in dead silence.
In the silence, only the sound of heavy breathing remained.
It filled everyone's ears.
From Ling Zhou.
Like a beast sharpening its claws, unable to be restrained, the invisible chains clattered. The cold, malicious spiritual fluctuations uncontrollably spread forth. On his hands and face, one strange eye after another opened, staring intently at Ji Jue before him.
The killing intent of the Rebirth Rank burst forth, rushing like a tide.
Before this, what could not be restrained even earlier was the agitation from Ling Zhou's subordinates.
"Damn it, a filthy craftsman, don't know good from bad!"
"Believe me, I'll kill your whole family!"
"Damn—"
Curses filled the air, rising and falling.
Yet, from beginning to end, Ji Jue just leaned calmly against the chair, glancing leisurely at the clownish figures, his eyes showing disdain.
"What? Getting anxious already?"
