An intense intent to kill, like a cold stream turned tangible, instantly spread from him.
The surrounding temperature seed to drop suddenly.
This woman.
The key figure of Qingjian City’s Pantheon!
From planting the Divine Seed in him at the hotel initially, to having the manifestation co looking for him later....
One could say they’ve already encountered each other nurous tis.
But after the Divine Managent Bureau’s Thunderous sweep of Qingjian City’s Pantheon, she vanished as if she had evaporated from the human world, leaving no trace no matter how he pursued.
Unexpectedly.
She is actually on this ship.
Daring to appear so openly before him.
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan reacted with equal swiftness as lightning.
At the mont Fang Qingyu’s killing intent erupted, the two of them moved like long-hidden leopards, their figures flashed.
Left and right, instantly appeared to the rear sides of He Manhe.
Forming a pincer stance, faintly cutting off her retreat.
Their sharp eyes like daggers, breaths locked onto He Manhe, with Qi and Blood Power surrounding them concealed yet like an erupting volcano!
As soon as Fang Qingyu commands, they would unhesitatingly launch a thunderous strike.
Jiang Wei and Wei Banng, who were setting off fireworks, also paused their movents.
The golden flas in Jiang Wei’s hand still surged forth; she just slightly turned her head, her clear red pupils coldly swept over He Manhe.
Wei Banng silently extinguished the sparklers in his hand.
His calm eyes like eternal ice instantly locked onto He Manhe.
The atmosphere, tense and threatening.
In the face of this deadly killing intent and encirclent that could collapse a normal Tier Two Grandmaster instantly.
The smile on He Manhe’s face showed no change at all.
She even casually brushed away the hair disheveled by the sea breeze, her gaze slowly returning to Fang Qingyu’s frost-cold face.
Her red lips slightly parted, her voice carrying a lazy magnetism:
"Mr. Fang, it’s been a while~"
"Your killing intent... is still as terrifying as ever."
She seed to completely overlook Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan, also ignored Wei Banng and Jiang Wei’s cold stares.
Fang Qingyu stared at her without expression, each word breaking out like ice shards:
"He Manhe."
He Manhe covered her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes glimring: "To be rembered by Mr. Fang, what an honor."
Then, she lowered her hand, the smile on her face retracting slightly, adopting a more serious deanor.
"However, Mr. Fang, you should give up on killing here."
She gazed at Fang Qingyu’s Molten Gold Vertical Pupils, as if seeing through the turbulent killing intent in his heart.
"You should be quite aware of my abilities."
Her voice carried an odd confidence.
"Moreover, I’m not here to cause you trouble this ti."
Fang Qingyu’s tone remained icy, his gaze fixed tightly on her neck.
"What do you want?"
He Manhe seed to sense the unmistakable murderous intent from Fang Qingyu.
The alluring smile on her face stiffened slightly, a flash of hard-to-detect irritation in her eyes.
She lowered her stance to appear purposely, only to find the other party still impenetrable, ready to strike.
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her irritation.
Recoiled with a smile, though it now contained a hint of coldness.
"Since Mr. Fang isn’t interested in listening, I won’t interrupt you and your friends... enjoying the fireworks."
She emphasized the word "fireworks," tinged with sarcasm.
"Goodbye."
With that, she truly turned and walked away without hesitation.
Her high-heeled shoes clattering crisply on the deck.
Still elegant, as if rely ending an unpleasant encounter.
"Stop!"
Chu Kuanglan shouted lowly, stepping forward to intercept.
Lu Jiuyuan’s grip also tightened on the sword handle.
However!
"Wait!"
Fang Qingyu’s deep voice sounded.
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan’s actions halted abruptly, looking at Fang Qingyu in confusion.
Fang Qingyu’s eyes still locked onto He Manhe’s elegantly retreating back, voice filled with cold insight:
"Let her go."
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan paused in surprise...
Then asked: "Who is this person, Captain?"
Fang Qingyu explained simply the background and ability of He Manhe.
This increased their urgency.
"She’s a mber of the Pantheon, we can’t let her go, Captain."
Fang Qingyu shook his head.
"Killing her now serves nothing but alerting the enemy."
Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan had no choice but to accept that Fang Qingyu had a point despite their reluctance.
To possess the ability to manipulate puppets...
If she dared approach them, it was either out of confidence she could overpower them or it was not her true self.
Lu Jiuyuan remained silent for a mont.
He couldn’t help but softly speak: "But... letting her go..."
He didn’t finish, yet his aning was clear.
Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his gaze, softly saying.
"Let her go?"
"Absolutely not."
He glanced at Jiang Wei, who still held the fireworks stick, her red pupils coldly watching the direction He Manhe disappeared into, then at Wei Banng whose expression was stern.
Finally, his gaze fell on Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan’s face.
"You four stay here."
"I’ll be back soon."
As soon as he finished speaking...
Fang Qingyu slowly walked toward the pathway to the lower deck.
As he reached the corner where the lighting abruptly dimd.
Mmm—
A deep, light-consuming absolute darkness, like living ink, instantly enveloped Fang Qingyu.
Eternal Night Territory.
The thick darkness surged like a tide, devouring Fang Qingyu’s figure completely.
This ti...
There was no way He Manhe would only lose a puppet.
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