How Can I Trust You?

Dark Master's voice was cold, his face ashen, and his expression devoid of emotion. Stepping forward, the black mist inside his body spread out instantly. The killing intent in his eyes was not hidden at all, and his gaze was fixed on Xue Lengyi.

Upon seeing him, Xue Lengyi, who had been on high alert, finally relaxed. The blood qi that had been swirling around his body began to retract, and Xue Lengyi spoke coldly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Surprised that I'm still alive?" Dark Master mocked coldly, and in the next instant, a blood-red sword appeared in his hand.

Seeing the killing intent in his eyes, Xue Lengyi immediately became cautious. "What do you mean by this?"

He had originally thought Dark Master had come to negotiate with him, but he never expected that the situation was far from friendly.

"What do you think I mean?" Dark Master's face turned cold, and with a swift motion, he swung the sword.