The moment those words left his mouth, the entire VIP lounge fell deathly silent.
In the silence, only low, heavy breathing remained.
It filled everyone's ears.
It came from Ling Zhou.
Like a beast sharpening its claws and fangs, no longer able to restrain itself, invisible chains rang out. Cold, malicious Spiritual Substance rippled uncontrollably outward. One strange eye after another opened across his hands and face, staring fixedly at Ji Jue before him.
The killing intent of the Rebirth Rank erupted here, surging like a tide.
Before that, however, Ling Zhou's subordinates behind him had been the first to lose their patience, with their indignation stirred up.
"Fuck, you stinking Artisan! Don't mistake our courtesy for weakness!"
"Believe it or not, we'll kill your whole family!"
"Fuck—"
Curses rang out incessantly, one after another.
Yet from beginning to end, Ji Jue merely leaned back openly in his chair, glancing at those clownish figures as the corners of his eyes lifted.
"What? You're getting anxious already?"
His gaze turned toward Ling Zhou, sweeping over those bloodshot eyes before finally settling on that savage, cruel face. "Let's see... Ash Port should belong to the Illusion Village Workshop, right? If you wanted to get involved, why go so far out of your way? But tell me, do you think your godfather Ling Liu would dare say that to Master Pettion?"
Ji Jue smiled and asked curiously, "Do you think the people of Illusion Village would dare speak to me like that?"
In that instant, every sound came to an abrupt halt.
Ling Zhou slowly raised a hand.
All of his furious subordinates fell silent, not daring to utter a word.
The eyes on his body gradually closed and vanished like an illusion. But within the pair of eyes on Ling Zhou's face,