"HUFF—"
"HUFF—"
Han Xun drew deep breaths, his right hand holding the icy-blue long knife, loosening and tightening its grip repeatedly. Eventually, a trace of complexity and despondency emerged in his eyes.
The handsome man looked at Lu Yuan with a slightly bewildered expression. Lu Yuan's serious face suggested he was ready to strike, to unleash [Without Form] on the man's face again at any moment.
A smile surfaced on the handsome man's face for the first time.
"Next time then," he said softly.
Then he relaxed completely, and his figure gradually descended.
The stagnant Death Qi swirling between heaven and earth seemed to begin circulating again, gathering infinite amounts of black Death Qi.
Feeling these changes, Lu Yuan felt a slight chill in his heart. His brow furrowed, wondering what new trick this pretentious king had up his sleeve.
Suddenly, he saw the handsome man before him quietly kneel when his descent brought him level with Lu Yuan's feet.
