Flattery

"You better not provoke me. If you do, I do not care if you are the son of an immortal - I will slaughter you."

The soft tone of his was hidden with cold murderous intent. The elder and the young man shuddered in shock. They did not doubt the truthfulness in his statement.

After the strike just now, the two of them were now swimming near the death line. They truly felt Ling Xian's murderous intent and his determination.

"From now until we leave this ship, I recommend you hide inside your own rooms and never appear in my sight again," Ling Xian warned, "I cannot promise that your heads will still be on your necks otherwise."

Immediately, their hearts turned cold. After taking a peak of Ling Xian vilely, they returned to their individual room without looking back.

All the spectators there felt their hearts turn cold. The way they looked at Ling Xian was full of respect as if looking at a celestial being.