Chapter 839
It had been only five minutes since Long Xiaoshan entered.
He had already flicked his fingers, killing two assassins-cum-bodyguards and burning Tu Yaoyang to ashes.
After doing all this, Long Xiaoshan's gaze was as still as an ancient well, as if he had just swatted three flies, displaying that domineering air of deciding life and death, towering above all mortals.
That was what truly struck fear into the hearts of the big shots present.
Dead people aren't scary.
But even the fiercest of men wouldn't have Long Xiaoshan's expression after killing someone.
It wasn't the excitement after murder,
nor was it the fear after killing.
There was only a tranquility that reached the extreme, as if a deity in a temple, regarding all living beings as mere strays.
A young man of only twenty years old!
How he had tempered himself to this state of mind was beyond their comprehension.
