With fury in his eyes, Liu Heng Walked over to Fang Yang when he suddenly paused as a shiver ran up his spine.
In that second Fang Yang stared into his eyes, making him feel like he had been dropped into an ice pool.
The icy eyes of Fang Yang pierced right through him as a malevolent and baleful aura radiated from his body.
This Fang Yang was incomparable to the one from a few weeks ago.
The blood and life on his hands had easily surpassed double digits and the aftereffects of such a brutal and fierce slaughter were still clinging to his aura even now.
How could a pampered young master like Liu Heng ever handle such an aura?
Liu Heng quickly stepped back.
It was only once he remembered that this person was definitely going to be his slave in the future that he regained the confidence to even move forward again.
