Suddenly, Zheng Fan felt a chill spreading rapidly from the depths of his heart, as if he had been plunged into an icy pool in that very instant. Following it came an overwhelming miasma of negative energy—disaster, curses, plagues, suffering, and more.
Zheng Fan had experienced this sensation once before, when he was having hot pot with Shatuo Queshi. However, Shatuo Queshi had directly suppressed that intense and terrifying omen back then. But it was obvious that the noblewoman before him possessed neither that level of influence nor that degree of power.
The previous light-headed, feverish, and unreal sensation was quickly replaced by a bone-chilling cold.
Just as the noblewoman raised Zheng Fan's long saber, black flames suddenly began to flare within Zheng Fan's eyes.
BUZZ!
Before the noblewoman could even aim the blade at Zheng Fan's neck, his hand had already clamped around her throat!
