The young man looked up at them.
His eyes were calm, his gaze gentle, without a trace of killing intent.
He was especially handsome, and his current attire was far from ordinary. It seemed understated, but was in fact quite luxurious.
Paired with such a gaze, he looked more like a gentleman, warm and polished like jade.
Not the world-renowned, mass-murdering—Human World Demon God!
However, in the instant those words were spoken, Ding Wujiu felt as if his heart were being squeezed by an invisible hand.
At the same time, the ceaselessly falling raindrops suddenly froze in mid-air in a bizarre state.
A bit surprised, Fang Shuwen reached out a finger and gently tapped a raindrop in front of him. He felt a faint, almost imperceptible numbing sensation on his fingertip.
'This is Sword Qi!'
HUMMM!!!
Countless raindrops suddenly shot forward in a violent barrage.
There was no warning, no signal.
