As the saying went, even if you had never eaten pork, you had still seen pigs run.
Although Yu Dashi was a useless man nearing forty who was still only at the twenty-ninth level, he probably had no killing intent to speak of. Even if he did, it was only a tiny bit.
But he did have a fairly badass brother and girlfriend. Both Flender and Liu Erlong had blood on their hands.
Naturally, they possessed killing intent, and quite a heavy dose of it, too. So although Yu Dashi had none himself, that did not mean he could not sense it.
When Yu Dashi had examined Tang San's body just now, he had clearly sensed two somewhat faint surges of killing intent that still felt like thorns digging into his back.
Yu Dashi: Something seems to be aimed at the back of my head. It feels a little cold!
The Mandala Snake was already half-dead and could not possibly hurt him, and there were only two people present.
The killing intent directed at Yu Dashi had clearly come from his good student, Tang San-his little fanboy Tang.
However, that killing intent had vanished as quickly as it had appeared, so Yu Dashi was now hesitating over whether to have Luo Sanpao blast Tang San to death with a single fart.
Tang San was currently absorbing his Soul Ring and had absolutely no ability to resist. Even if that fart did not blast him to death, the disruption to his Soul Ring absorption would cause his body to explode and kill him outright.
Hesitation, murderous intent, reluctance, and a host of other expressions took turns crossing Yu Dashi's zombie-like face. In the end, he instructed Luo Sanpao, "Sanpao, stay on guard. Don't let anything disturb Little San while he absorbs