Lin Zifeng's tone was as placid as an ancient well, yet when it fell into the ears of the Heart Demon, it was as if he had been cast into an ice cave; in those eerie blood-red eyes, there actually flickered a trace of… terror.
He slowly raised the Heavenly Painting Halberd in his hand; soul-rending pain ravaged Lin Zifeng's mind, yet the sharp, chiseled lines of his features did not change in the slightest.
"Heart Demon, is it? Then die for me!"
In his roar, countless emotions flashed across Lin Zifeng's face—bloodlust, brutality… yet all those emotions seemed to condense upon the Heavenly Painting Halberd, gleaming with cold light and mist, as it hurled toward the Heart Demon's fear-stricken face.
"Swoosh…"
With a single thrust, Lin Zifeng's face once more returned to calm indifference, as though that slaughter-mad brutality had never existed at all.
