It was undeniable that Xia Fei was a calm person. He liked analysis, critical thinking, and gently leaving a red mark on his opponent's neck when they were the most vulnerable, but it did not translate to Xia Fei not having a temper.
Any man would have a measure of impulsiveness, a time of anger, for his blood was always boiling, and at this moment, the anger, which had been suppressed deep inside him for long, had finally reached its boiling point.
There was no stopping him.
"Anyone who gets in my way dies!" Xia Fei angrily declared with the Celestial Moon in his hand.
The ice-cold killing intent filled the air with a trace of menace.
"What a horrible killing intent," muttered the man in sunglasses. "There's no way I can let you go now."
He spat a mouthful of air, which traveled at incredible speeds. The puff of compressed air shot out like a cannonball. Although it was invisible, a clear killing intent emanated from it.
"Go away!"
