Qi Sili—that figure always carried a trace of unperceivable pride and composure. At this moment, he stood like a solid barrier firmly on Zha Muxi's right side, blocking Barulasi's greedy gaze.
His eyes were as sharp as a drawn sword, piercing the air and striking straight into Barulasi's greedy and insolent pupils. Deep within his pupils, a sharp flash of killing intent swept past like a shooting star—brief yet heart-palpitating.
Zha Muxi's voice flowed through the air like a clear spring, detached yet resolute: "Kill."
Chapter 117