Chenghai had seen Yuche angry. He had seen Yuche annoyed, possessive, amused, and mildly inconvenienced by things that would have sent other men into panic.
This was different, though. This was Yuche deciding how many people in the room could die without splashing blood on Rouxi, without interfering with Luo Xin, and without destroying anything she cared about.
The fact that Chenghai understood the calculation made him feel worse.
Another burst of power cracked across the living room.
Sun Ming threw up a low ridge of earth to stop Tao Jun from reaching Luo Xin, but the force split the hardwood and sent several loose boards lifting under the carpet. Chenghai stared at the damage for one miserable second before grabbing Shen Kaiyang again and driving him back toward the hall.
"The floor!" he snarled. "Stop destroying her house!"
Shen Kaiyang spun around to look at Chenghai, an actual look confusion on his face. "You're worried about the floor?"
