He pursed his lips tight and painstakingly swallowed the fishy liquid down his throat.
The burning on his eyes, his gland and his entire body surged up like a tidal wave. He felt like he was standing inside a lit cauldron surrounded by high-intensity flame. Yet his soul was freezing, so cold with dread… for He Juan's eyes had not changed.
He was still staring at Mu Yuze like he was a dead prey, his silver eyes steely and indifferent. Even though his limbs were bound, his face muzzled and he was literally in a deadlocked situation, he did not look weak at all. Instead, he still gave off the domineering aura of a predator. A bloodthirsty beast. As if he was just biding his time to pounce over and destroy his enemy.
