A dense, baleful aura erupted from Shen Haoran as purple-black flames surged to life around him. The temperature inside the private room skyrocketed, the terrifying heat even beginning to melt the floor. A chilling killing intent spread out, and the faces of Luo Yu and the others filled with terror.
They had all seen Shen Haoran angry before, but never had they seen him in such a furious rage. As they stared at his back, a saying came to mind: a Demon God in its rage can slaughter the world. Right now, Shen Haoran seemed like a Demon God straight from Hell. Even Luo Yu, who had weathered many storms, couldn't help but shrink back in fear. The Shen Haoran before them was utterly terrifying. The pressure erupting from him felt like a great mountain, crushing them until they could barely breathe.
