Everyone listened to Zhou Fan's words. Their eyes darted to where Qingfeng Wanderer's head had been before Zhou Fan severed it and stashed it away somewhere, and they couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
Arrogant!
Domineering!
Peerlessly conceited!
Contemptuous of all!
But he had more than enough power to back it all up.
At this moment, Master Liumu felt as if his brain had crashed. His thoughts refused to move.
He had imagined many possible outcomes for this mission, but never once did he picture a scene like the one before him.
His gaze fell upon Vermilion Bird, who stood frozen in place. Though her longsword was raised, she seemed too terrified to move. He then looked at Zhou Fan, who radiated an arrogant killing intent and an overwhelming dominance, and beside him, Zhao Qingshan clutched the Soul-Breaking Saber, watching him like a tiger stalking its prey. Master Liumu knew then that they had lost today.
