"Hand over the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames... or die!"
After muttering this, a rich sense of bloodthirstiness surged out of Duan Ling's body and almost materialized into a physical demon guarding his back.
Everyone felt their hearts thud at that very moment as they retreated a few steps backwards with pale faces.
Waves of energy rolled around and pervaded through the air. Those who stood nearby felt their hearts sink, as if weighed down by a huge piece of stone.
Bu Fang remained unflustered. Or, in other words, his expression showed no signs of change.
"You want the Ten Thousand Bestial Flames?" Bu Fang said lightly.
His voice was hushed but remained calm. Silence had washed over the surrounding as Duan Ling exerted a domineering sense of pressure over everyone. The words Bu Fang uttered instantly reverberated through the space.
