Chapter 162: The Life-Slaughter Demon Lord (2)
Flames still raged around him, but Su Chen appeared panicked on the surface while remaining calm and steady inside.
The bronze-masked elder had only pointed out that he was feigning death and had not killed him immediately. That meant the old man held no killing intent toward him.
Otherwise, he would have attacked the moment he saw through the act. A killing saint of this level would never show the slightest mercy.
Su Chen looked up at the bronze-masked elder with feigned panic.
The elder's eyes seemed capable of piercing straight into a person's heart. He let out an eerie cackle and said, "So young, yet your heart is already this cold. You remain completely unmoved even after witnessing the deaths of your clansmen, relatives, and friends."
The elder's sharp fingernail brushed across Su Chen's cheek, drawing a trail of bright red blood. The panic on Su Chen's face gradually faded, replaced by complete calm. His expression turned utterly cold and emotionless. He gazed at the corpses as if they were complete strangers, showing not the slightest ripple of emotion.
What a cold and ruthless temperament.
"What an excellent seedling for a killer!"
Delight flashed in the elderly eyes visible beneath the bronze mask.