Gongxi Chou grew somewhat interested at that. He let out a series of cold laughs.
"Fine. You've got guts, kid. You're the only person in my life who's ever dared speak to me like that. I never spill the blood of the old, the weak, women, or children—but for you, I can make an exception!"
Shao Chong seemed almost possessed.
He kept muttering, "I'll twist your head off!"
The warhorse beneath him let out anxious, restless whinnies.
At last, it threw back its head and gave a scream of utter agony, then melted into a mass of martial energy that was forcibly sucked into Shao Chong's body.
Gongxi Chou watched Shao Chong, his brow creasing almost imperceptibly.
He knew something was wrong with the man, but he hadn't realized it was this bad. He didn't take the opportunity to attack; instead, he watched with interest. Thick, murky martial energy mixed with Killing Intent seeped from Shao Chong's body, radiating an ominous, uncanny aura.
Soon, Shao Chong's eyes turned scarlet.
A frenzied look appeared on his face.
Gongxi Chou grew somewhat wary.
He couldn't help murmuring, "How many people has he killed?"
He knew that look all too well.
It was the look of a beast so starved it had lost all reason, staring at its prey: bloodthirsty, frenzied, greedy, and overcome with an intense urge to destroy.
Shao Chong seemed to be in pain as he bent forward, his back rigid and arched. A low, guttural growl, much like a beast's, spilled from his throat.
Gongxi Chou clicked his tongue. "Now that's interesting."
But that was as far as his interest went.
As the words fell, Shao Chong bent low, his hands twisted into grotesque, clawlike shapes. He crouched on the ground like a predator poised to pounce. His scarlet