Fang Shuwen had left a trail of bodies in his wake, the number of lives he'd reaped unknown.
Even without using the [Killing Intent Technique], the baleful aura radiating from him was already soaring to the heavens.
So, although he spoke without a trace of malice, Zhao Ziying's face still turned pale.
It was as if he were no longer facing a young man, but a Killing God who had waded out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
In fact, that feeling wasn't wrong...
Dressed in blood-soaked robes and stained with the gore of countless victims, what difference was there between Fang Shuwen and a Killing God?
Zhao Ziying subconsciously took a step back. Feeling that wasn't enough, he took another.
He didn't feel like he was losing face by doing so.
'When your life's on the line, who gives a damn about face?!'
He didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly spoke up:
"Brother Fang, please don't misunderstand! I most certainly did not come here seeking death!"
"Oh?"
