As the words fell, the intent to kill emerged.
A bone-chilling murderous intent surged from Lu Tianxing's body in an instant, radiating from him as the epicenter, overwhelmingly rolling towards Zhao Quan without the slightest diffusion. Even Xue Man, standing by his side, didn't feel it; she only sensed a sudden drop in the temperature of the hall.
If a master were here at this moment, they would be so shocked they couldn't speak. Such strength was terrifying, being able to control even his killing intent. This was someone who should never be offended, for his mastery over his own aura had reached an infuriating level, able to release or withdraw it freely.
The cold and sinister killing intent came surging over like a tidal wave, enveloping Zhao Quan, making his breathing rapid and his complexion involuntarily turn ashen. He felt as if invisible hands were clutching his heart tightly, giving him a sensation of suffocation, with one foot already stepping into Ghost Gate.
