"Let me find out who ruined my plans, and I swear I'll swallow your flesh raw and drink your blood alive..."
"I'll make sure you die a miserable death and devour your family and friends until there's nothing left!"
The black-clad leader's voice was strained and hoarse, as if he could no longer suppress the cruel killing intent boiling in his chest.
The other black-clad cultivators lowered their heads, faces pale and trembling, not daring to utter a single word.
The air grew heavier with murderous intent, so much so that even the pungent stench of blood began to pervade the space.
The black-clad leader's face twisted grotesquely as his trembling hands fumbled for a wine jug. He took a fierce swig, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, and seemed to calm down slightly.
"Chase them!"
The black-clad leader ordered.
Everyone let out a silent sigh of relief and bowed hurriedly, saying, "Yes!"
The group sprinted outside in pursuit.