The air temperature plummeted suddenly. A chilling aura of slaughter swept through the area, causing everyone present to shudder in terror. Those familiar with the ways of the martial world understood it was the mark of a killer; those who were not merely thought a sudden cold front had hit. Yet, in this weather, the arrival of such a chill was truly unexpected.
Qian San trembled uncontrollably, his body encased in that murderous aura. There was nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide. "I..." he managed to utter before a fist slammed directly into his chest.
*Thud!*
Chapter 228