His gaze was deep, hidden within the crowd. Lightly glancing at the people readying to fire around him, Hao Jian's lips curled into a cold smile, and he slowly exhaled, the killing intent already surrounding him growing denser.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
Time was silent. It was unclear who pulled the trigger, but the gunshot shattered the silence. At this moment, Hao Jian demonstrated what it meant to be as calm as an unmoving mountain and as swift as a fleeing rabbit!
His figure flashed. All anyone present could catch was the afterimage he left behind. Whenever they tried to aim their guns at where Hao Jian had appeared, they found he was no longer there.
His feet moved quickly, Hao Jian's eyes deep and tranquil. At some unknown point, his hand had already been raised, the killing intent entwined within him surging onto his palms. Wrapped in Qi Force, it swept across a throat.
