"You—"
Gui Jizhen's smile vanished completely, replaced by an extremely gloomy and icy expression. His eyes were like poisoned blades, pinning Jiang Qiao in place.
"Brother."
"I've always treated you with courtesy, but you've kept spouting outrageous remarks. That isn't how a person should behave."
His voice was soft.
Yet the air around them seemed to solidify.
Fang Bo instinctively took half a step back, his face turning solemn.
Jiang Qiao, however, acted as if he hadn't noticed the oppressive atmosphere. Instead, his smile became even brighter:
"Courtesy? How much is that thing of yours worth? What the hell are you putting on airs for? Why would I need to show you even a shred of courtesy?"
"Fine."
"Very good."
Gui Jizhen nodded, his tone frighteningly calm. "It seems you're extremely confident in yourself—confident to the point of arrogance."
"Then I won't say anything more."
"I originally intended to use your mouth to send a message to the Dragon Tiger Daoist, but now it seems..."
"Forget it."
"Since you're connected to the Dragon Tiger Daoist, I imagine that bringing you back will make him show himself."
As soon as he finished speaking.
His figure remained completely motionless.
Yet several figures suddenly shot out from the surrounding darkness!
Three.
Five.
Seven.
A full nine figures pounced on Jiang Qiao from different directions!
These figures appeared with astonishing abruptness, as if they had crawled out of thin air. Yet the aura radiating from each of them was extraordinarily strange.
Their blood-and-qi fluctuations were extremely weak.
Their entire bodies were filled with a twisted, death-driven madness, as if they might perish together with their enemy at any moment!
Fang Bo's pupils shrank sharply, and he blurted out, "The Gui Family's Death Warriors! Nine of them actually came!"
His voice was filled with unmistakable