Feeling the terrifying sword qi rushing straight at them, all the senior officials silently swallowed.
He Xingwen stared blankly at the young figure and the powerful aura faintly emanating from him, frozen stiff on the spot...
Hadn't Zhou Ping slain a god and transformed into the Dao?!
Why had he appeared here again?!
Had this been false information left behind by Ye Fan?
It was not just them. Even Zuo Qing, standing beside Zhou Ping, was utterly astonished.
He had just returned from Third Uncle's Country Restaurant. He had originally thought that after delivering Ye Fan's message, Zhou Ping would quietly remain there for the rest of his life. Yet who would have thought that, after so little time, he would come charging into Night Watchmen Headquarters with a sword in hand, directly naming him as the acting Commander-in-Chief?!
This was nothing like what he had expected!
"Zhou Ping, this is an internal matter of the Night Watchmen. You shouldn't..." He Xingwen swallowed, wanting to point out that Zhou Ping had no right to interfere in this matter, but before he could finish, that calm gaze fell upon him.
Zhou Ping's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of killing intent.
He Xingwen's body trembled!
In that instant, he felt his mind suddenly go blank. An endless Sword Qi Tide flooded into his mind, while his consciousness was like a withered leaf drifting upon the sea, frantically torn apart by the sword qi without the slightest chance to resist.
The pain nearly suffocated him!
Fortunately, Zhou Ping looked at him for only half a second before casually turning his gaze to the others.
After recovering from that hellish barrage of sword qi, He Xingwen's face was deathly pale. His back was drenched in sweat, and his legs went weak as he