But the people outside seemed unable to wait any longer, and the knocking on the door suddenly intensified.
"Bang!"
The heavy door could no longer bear the burden and suddenly fell to the ground.
It came crashing down straight toward Si Fuqing, stopping just an inch from his head.
Si Fuqing's feet were nailed to the spot; he stared at the door, which was said to be impervious even to a seventh-level earthquake, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.
If he had taken one more step just now, his head would have been cracked open.
Si Fuqing's head stiffly lifted to meet a piercingly cold gaze.
He had never seen the owner of that gaze, but he could smell the intense stench of blood on him.
Such a chilling aura, Si Fuqing had encountered only on members of the Thousand Army Alliance above Level Eight.
His thoughts became chaotic in an instant, wondering if the Yu family had offended some powerful figures in the underworld.