Fang Che was completely dumbfounded. He blinked with a dazed look, genuinely unable to understand what was going on.
You summoned me here to play chess tonight, and then... this? What happened?
He truly had no idea that, without knowing it, he had already resolved a huge crisis. Yet, while still muddleheaded, he had also welcomed a new calamity that threatened his life.
Even now, Fang Che was still wondering: Why did he call me over?
Was it just to summon Xue Wu, show off my aptitude, unleash my Killing Intent, and provoke the other party's killing intent? Why would Feng Du do something like that? Hadn't our chess games been going quite pleasantly lately?
How had everything become so muddled?
Feng Du was so dejected that he no longer wanted to speak. He let out a sigh of extreme melancholy. "Sigh... sit down. Night Demon, put away your Killing Intent. Make some tea, make some tea."
His tone had already become as gentle as could be.
"Yes."
Fang Che began making tea in a daze.
The Killing Intent was quietly withdrawn and dispersed.
Everyone throughout the Golden Dragon Hall felt as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders.
Countless people sighed inwardly: As expected of the Sole True Sect's number-one Vice Head Sect Leader. This Killing Intent was truly terrifying. As expected of the Great Devil who shook the world!
As for the distant area outside the Golden Dragon Hall... the poultry in many farmers' homes had already died in heaps, sprawled in every direction.
They had been crushed to death by the Killing Intent...
Feng Du coughed once and said to Xue Wu, "Actually, Night Demon's sense of justice is quite strong."
"Heh..."
Xue Wu's gaze turned strange. "Are you kidding me?"
A devil with such