From afar, Six-fingered Wuchang's breath had already hushed, even before Duan Qing had made a move, he had sensed danger emanating from Duan Qing, and now that Duan Qing had acted, that sense of danger only intensified.
He had an intuition that if it came down to a fight, he would be no match for Duan Qing, absolutely not.
"It ate my companion, so it must die!" In the deathly silence, Duan Qing spoke, his tone indifferent as if it were a matter of course.
