Everyone was so stunned by this turn of events that they couldn't speak.
Who could have imagined Shen Tang would draw her sword and threaten someone without a word?
Gu Ren cried out in shock, his voice cracking. "Lord Shen, please show mercy—"
This was ridiculous. They were here forming an alliance to deal with King Zhi's Rebel Army, and the first head offered up as a sacrifice was one of their own? If King Zhi's Rebel Army found out, wouldn't they laugh their heads off? Only after Gu Ren spoke did the others snap out of their daze!
Qi Shan said helplessly, "Please don't panic. My lord is like this when drunk. She's not very easy to talk to, but she absolutely won't kill innocent people."
He sounded utterly sincere, but not even a ghost would believe him!
The scholar in the gray robe seemed thoughtful. He appeared to understand why Qi Shan had chosen this inexperienced young girl. Perhaps they shared the same (bad) interests (and) tastes? Were they just two turtles staring at a green bean—each seeing the other as the one?
"You call this 'not very easy to talk to'?"
As one of the people involved, the man with a sword tip pressed to a vital point felt flames licking at his heart. His fury erupted beyond control, his veins bulging as he glared in anger. He wasn't exactly good-tempered himself, and immediately decided to teach Shen Tang a lesson.
Roar—
A low, menacing growl like a beast's escaped his throat. A violent wind swept through the tent, waves of force spreading out in every direction from him. His voice boomed like a bell. The breathy sound, infused with martial energy, turned into invisible daggers and blades that shot straight toward Shen Tang's face.
Shen Tang