"Get lost!"
Qing Lei's voice wasn't loud, but its icy tone made everyone around him freeze. They all turned to look at Qing Lei, who was dressed in a black martial arts uniform.
"Who is that kid? Such powerful killing intent!"
"I think he's a team member from the Xuanling Empire, a Low-level Lower Empire."
"The Xuanling Empire? Heh, this is getting interesting."
"…"
Qing Lei didn't hear the discussions around him. His eyes were faintly bloodshot. Qin Shou's words had crossed a line, stirring memories hidden deep within his soul. 'I want nothing more than to rush over and slice off his head with a dagger!'
Sensing Qing Lei's terrifying killing intent, Di Cang's brow twitched. He barked, "Qing Lei, control your aura!"
"Ah…" Qing Lei froze. He quickly closed his eyes and slowly circulated his Cultivation Technique, coordinating it with his breathing. After a long while, he finally managed to rein in some of his killing intent.
"Haa… I'm sorry, Dean." Qing Lei said, ashamed.
