The killing intent was almost tangible, cold and razor-sharp, lowering the temperature of the entire room by several degrees. Even Lin Zhiyan's heart jolted at it. She had never expected Li Bufan's killing intent to be so heavy.
The old man hurriedly said, "Little Brother Li, please calm your anger! The young lady didn't mean it that way. She was merely anxious and lost her composure for a moment. You are a man of great magnanimity; please don't lower yourself to her level."
Li Bufan said coldly, "What I hate most is being threatened. I don't care who you are or what backing you have. Anyone who threatens me will not meet a good end." His voice was icy, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
The Seven Killings Blade at his waist sensed Li Bufan's killing intent and grew immensely excited. Its blade trembled faintly, letting out a low hum as though thirsting for blood.
Ruan Zhiwei was so frightened by Li Bufan that she did not dare speak. This man's killing intent was simply too terrifying, sending chills through her entire body as though she had been thrown into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
She took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart. "Li Brother, I misspoke earlier. I hope Li Brother will not take offense. This matter is not much of a secret anyway. If Li Brother wishes to hear it, then I'll tell you."
Li Bufan said, "No need. I have no interest in prying into other people's secrets."
Yet Ruan Zhiwei grew anxious at his response and wanted to speak again.
Li Bufan interrupted her. "Miss Ruan, winning this Pill Combat Tournament is not my main objective. I have only one condition. If you can fulfill it, I