Fang Qingyu's icy voice transmitted through the Thunder Pattern Mask.
Carrying an unobstructed intent to kill.
However, the black-robed figure opposite him remained indifferent.
The pale faceless mask continued to lock firmly in Fang Qingyu's direction.
No response, no reaction.
Not even a ripple of breath appeared.
He just ambled slowly under the shroud of thunder, like a precisely programmed killing machine, coldly assessing the target in front.
In the depths of Fang Qingyu's melted gold vertical pupils, the last trace of doubt completely dissipated.
Replacing it was an endless killing intent.
Even though the opponent did not respond, this inhuman reaction, this attitude of withstanding the Shenxiao Thunder without pain, had already made the answer obvious.
It was almost certain.
"Since you're not talking..."
Fang Qingyu's voice suddenly sank, like a muffled thunder rolling across the sky, "then I'll fight until you speak!"
Boom——!!!
As his words fell.
