Leng Er secretly shifted half a step, tightened his grip on the sword, his sharp gaze meeting Dongfang Xu's innocent eyes, and coldly said, "No need for you to worry, Miss Cheng's safety is my responsibility."
Dongfang Xu's innocent and wounded eyes moved away from Cheng Xiaoxiao, meeting Leng Er's gaze which instantly became bloodthirsty and crazed. This man is a master; it's been a long time since Dongfang Xu was last tempted to fight.
The hatred had always been suppressed by him, constrained, with only a thread of reason—the retrieval of the Cloud Sword, repaying kindness, completing his last bit of goodness in this world before he could, without a care, unleash the darkness and bloodlust within, destroying all who stood in his way.
At this moment, Leng Er was hindering what he needed to do, equivalent to an enemy. The darkness, madness, and bloodlust buried deep within him couldn't be held back any longer, surging forth from his heart, restless without bloodshed!
