"It seems I have been too polite, making all of you think that I am weak," Yun Lintian repeated, his voice dripping with icy contempt.
The air around him crackled with barely suppressed power, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor. The shift was so abrupt, so profound, that it sent a shiver down the spines of even the hardened Chaos Knights.
Qi Lang, Qi Han, and Qi Jue, despite their corrupted state, instinctively felt a primal fear in the face of this power. It was a fear they hadn't felt since they had first embraced the darkness, a fear that reminded them of their mortality, of their vulnerability before the fundamental laws of the universe.
"You…" Qi Lang began, but his voice faltered, his usual composure replaced by a hint of uncertainty.
