Still pretending at this point? Situ Qingfeng's clumsy acting fell into Ning Fan's eyes like a dead duck refusing to admit defeat.
Situ Qingfeng's face was ashen, Ning Fan's killing intent had already pressed against him. The murder intent of a True Origin Realm expert—just a tiny bit—was more than enough to make one tremble in fear.
"Now, I'll let you watch a show for free. You better watch closely!"
Ning Fan let out a savage laugh and waved his right hand, prompting Tulip and the others to smirk maliciously. The bone-chilling sound of carnage erupted instantly.
Facing the members of the Shadow Team, the scene once again turned into a one-sided massacre.
Ning Fan ignored the slaughter below, continuing to fix his icy gaze on Situ Qingfeng. His eyes were unforgivingly cold, as though he were staring at a corpse, devoid of any emotion.
"Dammit, stop them! Someone, come!"
Situ Qingfeng staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground in fright.
