Everyone could feel Wen Qingye's boundless killing intent. His words were bone-chillingly cold.
Yao Luojun looked into Wen Qingye's eyes and felt as if he had plunged into a frozen lake. From head to toe, even his internal organs seemed to turn to ice in that instant.
Yao Luojun stood there in a daze, completely motionless.
"I..."
"Don't you dare?" Wen Qingye watched Yao Luojun, his eyes narrowed to slits that glinted with a cold light. He was truly enraged now. Not because Yao Luojun wanted to exploit his injuries for a life-and-death duel, nor because the man wanted to kill him. He was furious that Yao Chijian's death had been utterly pointless. Dying for a family like the Yao Family was simply not worth it.
After speaking, Wen Qingye didn't spare Yao Luojun another glance. He turned and walked toward Gao Ming and Jie Jiachun. The two quickly fell in behind him, and the three of them headed for the exit.
Wen Qingye had stopped Yao Luojun with words alone!?
