"The captain of the Storm Demon Hunting Squad? Not much to speak of."
Shen Qingxuan looked on calmly as his severed hand regenerated bit by bit. A new one would soon grow in its place.
Boom!
Thunder exploded. Wreathed in purple lightning, Su Jinghong swooped down and slashed hard with her dagger.
No more talk. Just fight!
But this time—
Clang!
Su Jinghong's dagger struck Shen Qingxuan's arm, but it left no wound. It was like striking the hardest rock.
The blade could not advance another inch.
"H-how is that possible?!"
Su Jinghong froze.
She had injured Shen Qingxuan just moments ago. How had his strength seemingly doubled again in so little time?
"I only wanted to see how strong the Demon Hunter Squad that persuaded Long Aotian to join could be. Now I see... not very."
Shen Qingxuan shook his head, disappointment written across his face.
"I've played with you long enough. Let's get down to business!"
With that, Shen Qingxuan raised a hand.
Smack!
His palm struck Su Jinghong, sending her flying.
At the same moment—
Every other member of the Storm Demon Hunting Squad spat blood.
It looked as though Su Jinghong alone had taken Shen Qingxuan's blow. In truth, the entire Storm Demon Hunting Squad had been gravely injured.
At the sight—
The crowd, who had held on to a sliver of hope when the Storm Demon Hunting Squad acted, fell back into despair.
Deeper despair than before.
There was no saving them.
Even the Storm Demon Hunting Squad, the only ones still capable of fighting, were no match for Shen Qingxuan.
They were doomed!
Despair settled over everyone.
Shen Qingxuan drew a satisfied breath of air thick with it.
Yes. Just like that.
The deeper their despair, the less they would resist when he consumed