You could even see the blood-red tint in his eyes rapidly spreading, consuming them.
A powerful killing intent emanated uncontrollably from him. Fang Lingxin felt a chill run down her spine, as if needles were pricking her back.
Shui Qianrou instinctively hid behind Fang Shuwen, finding a momentary sense of security.
Xiao Yanyu's face grew pale. She knew Tang Xishan was in trouble but had no idea how to help.
Chen Yan, however, was fine. He held his teacup, a look of profound misery on his face as he stewed in his own thoughts, not even sparing them a glance.
Fang Shuwen clicked his tongue in amazement. With a sudden movement, he plucked the sword from Tang Xishan's hand. He examined it for a moment, then looked back at Tang Xishan.
Seeing his pale face, and how he looked as if he'd just been dragged out of an ice cellar, it was clear he wasn't faking it.
He couldn't help but ask,
"Is it really that powerful?"
