It meant one thing: he had misjudged.
Just then, Fang Shuwen wasn't in some vulnerable state where his old strength was spent and new strength had yet to be mustered. He had simply, casually, cast out some bait—it might not have even been for him specifically.
It was for whoever was willing to take the bait...
Anyone who attacked him in that moment would die.
It just so happened that this time... he was the one who died.
The last flicker of his life wasn't enough time to think any further. His vision went black, and he fell dead on the spot.
The slaughter within the Rain Curtain continued. Though not as many people from the Night Rain Tower had come as Fang Shuwen expected, there were still over three hundred of them.
Most of them were desperately trying to surround and kill Fang Shuwen, but he had already seen through the mysteries of their Body Technique, and the poisoned blood they carried had no effect on him whatsoever.
