Luo Tianshen keenly caught the seemingly meaningful look Wei Yang gave him and immediately grew somewhat nervous, his words trailing off.
"Continue," Wei Yang reminded him flatly.
"Yes." Luo Tianshen hurriedly nodded and was about to continue.
"My lord, I am Xue Lingzi, chief of the Blood God Tribe. I can explain it to you as well, and I will certainly be more detailed than Clan Head Luo." Seeing that Wei Yang seemed to be treating Luo Tianshen rather well, Xue Lingzi immediately felt a sense of crisis. He hastily interrupted, volunteering himself with a fawning, ingratiating smile.
Li Wushuang, Gu Aotian, and the elders of the various clans all looked at Xue Lingzi, who resembled a dog wagging its tail for favor, with some surprise.
The ever-scheming Xue Lingzi was actually such a bootlicker?
Luo Tianshen turned his head in displeasure and shot Xue Lingzi a fierce glare.
That gaze was like blades and swords, as though he wished he could pierce Xue Lingzi full of holes.
Xiao Yan, who was also seated nearby and listening with great interest, could not help frowning when he saw Xue Lingzi suddenly jump in to interrupt.
Wei Yang's gaze was equally indifferent, while his voice turned cold. "Noisy. You reek of blood, and the sight of you is unpleasant. Speak again, and die!"
The fawning smile on Xue Lingzi's face stiffened, and he immediately shut his mouth.
Lowering his head, a faintly vicious glint appeared in his eyes, but there was even more fear and frustration.
For someone who rarely took the initiative to flatter others like this, he had not expected to kick an iron plate instead.
"Oh, killing intent?" Wei Yang narrowed his eyes, then smiled. "It seems you truly think your life is too long. In that case, I'll