Su Fan sat cross-legged in the center of the stone house, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
His gaze fell upon Jiu Gu and the others kneeling below. There was not a ripple in his eyes, only a trace of amusement.
At this moment, Jiu Gu and the others had long since lost the ferocity and brutality of the Demonic Sect Fiends they had once been.
Their auras were feeble, cold sweat covered their brows, and thick, suffocating fear and despair churned in their eyes. Even their backs were ramrod straight, as if they were bearing the weight of a thousand jun.
Su Fan finally could not hold back and let out a "pfft" of laughter.
Where did all that swagger of yours go?
Su Fan waved his hand and said indifferently, "All right... get up..."
Yet after hearing Su Fan's words, Jiu Gu and the others not only dared not move, they knelt even more rigidly. Their knees pressed against the cold stone floor and trembled faintly.
They were all murderous overlords of the Demonic Sect, their hands stained with blood. Yet from Su Fan's easygoing, laughter-filled manner, they clearly sensed a killing intent that chilled them to the marrow.
It was the detached indifference of someone who utterly disregarded life, as though in Su Fan's eyes, they were no more than ants he could crush at will.
Only a ruthless man who had clawed his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood could possess such a bearing—one that allowed him to take lives while chatting and laughing.
Jiu Gu and the others were truly afraid. Each of them had endured countless trials and tribulations and survived innumerable brushes with death before barely breaking through to the Integration Stage.
Compared with their