Seeing Lin Feng's sudden transformation, Bu Zheng was also surprised.
That trace of killing intent, though faint, was icy to the extreme, sending a chill through his heart.
It was only at this moment that Bu Zheng finally realized—the young man before him, barely twenty-one, was the one who slew a Sixth Grade alien genius, struck terror in the hearts of many, and single-handedly wiped out an entire bloodline—a true demon fiend.
He was no stranger to death, his hands stained with blood.
"Don't be impulsive."
"No matter if the Apostle mission changes, no matter why you're the target, as it stands, you are the weakest among the Apostle candidates."
"You're too young; youth is your asset, but also your weakness. This year's National College Glory League, and the World College Glory League's rewards—this is your best chance to make up the gap."
"During this period, I'll be by your side twenty-four hours a day to ensure your safety," Bu Zheng said.
