Blood Gushed Like a Rising Tide! Two-in-One

Whenever Feng Dao thought of Fang Che's 'faintly smiling, calmly saying nothing' gaze, he felt a pang of unease.

The corner of his mouth twitched. "This is the first time in my life someone has looked at me with that kind of gaze. It left a deep impression."

"But no matter how you put it, he couldn't possibly have killed a hundred million people, right?"

Everyone voiced their agreement.

Feng Dao chuckled. "Maybe it wasn't a hundred million, but several million for sure—and probably more! Otherwise, he couldn't have cultivated Killing Force. You understand."

"That's only natural."

Everyone nodded.

"If someone who once slaughtered several million people had nothing better to do than brag, would he? When you looked down on him that much at first, he didn't say a word. Would someone like that brag?"

"Have any of you killed several million people?"

The crowd fell silent. What did several million people even mean? Someone gave a bitter smile. "I trained in the family until I reached sixth-grade Venerable, then came here to gain experience. I haven't left yet. I haven't even met a million people, let alone killed them."

"I haven't killed that many either. After all my years of fighting, I haven't even reached a fraction of that."

Feng Dao pondered. "Also, think about it. When Tiger Head ordered the ambush, did he panic? Did he retreat? No! The instant the other side moved, he practically met them head-on faster than they did."

"Then it was as if he had been waiting for it all along, even hoping they would launch a sneak attack. He unleashed an attack he had planned long beforehand—and had thrown his throwing knives before attacking."

Feng Dao asked, "Then let me ask you: when did he prepare for battle? When did he