Nian Shi looked at Yun Lintian with amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Well, well, well," Nian Shi chuckled, clapping his hands slowly. "Look at our little slaughterer."
Yun Lintian turned his head, his golden and dark eyes locking onto Nian Shi. A killing intent so dense it distorted the air around him erupted forth, pressing down on everyone present like a suffocating weight.
The remaining two Primordial Gods—the God of Plague and the God of Stars—staggered back, their faces paling. Never in their immortal lives had they felt such pure, unrestrained malice.
Yet Nian Shi only laughed.
"Oh? This feeling..." He placed a hand over his chest dramatically. "It's been so long since someone truly wanted me dead. How nostalgic." His grin widened. "Of course, that is... if you can actually kill me."
The God of Plague and the God of Stars tensed, expecting Yun Lintian to immediately lunge at Nian Shi. Even Long Qingxuan and the others braced themselves—
But Yun Lintian didn't move.
