Behind His Actions
His deep voice echoed around them, but Rong Huan and the others behind him all wore complicated expressions.
Ji Xiu gave a cold laugh and shot back without the slightest courtesy. "Don't underestimate that guy. He's disrupted your plans again and again. Haven't you noticed that he's thrown them into disarray twice already?"
"If you keep trying to approach him by testing the waters, he'll only grow more cautious and harder to deal with."
Jia Nan lifted his head, a sharp, icy glint flashing deep in his eyes. A breeze swept by, and in the next instant he appeared right in front of Ji Xiu, while his fading afterimage still lingered on the wooden stump!
An overwhelming surge of spiritual power burst from him, ruthlessly bearing down on the entire area. The pressure was so suffocating that it was almost impossible to breathe.
Ji Xiu's expression tightened slightly. As his aura erupted, the gray hat on his head was swept away by the wind, revealing a face that looked somewhat gloomy and weathered.
Jia Nan held an exquisitely crafted dagger, black from hilt to tip. He pressed its bone-chilling blade lightly against Ji Xiu's throat and said in a low voice, "If you dare say another word about my plans, don't think I can't kill you!"
His voice wasn't loud, yet a piercing chill threaded through its calm, carrying clearly across the area.
Then, as a faint breeze brushed past, his figure blurred and wavered again. When the immense pressure of his spiritual power receded, he had already appeared several meters away.
A dashing figure strode off into the distance, while the afterimage left behind slowly faded.
Rong Huan and the others, who had stood rooted to the spot, shuddered involuntarily. Beads of sweat broke out across