Evans raised his two hands, trying to shift the topic and the conflict.
Zong Shen saw his appearance, and the blade of the Dragon-Slaying Heavy Sword in his hand turned, aimed at his neck.
He sneered and shook his head.
"Ha?"
"Stop pretending."
"Should I call you Lord Evans now?"
"Or should I call you Night Demon?"
This remark already tore away the facade.
Assessing the situation on site, Zong Shen chose to take the initiative.
Upon hearing Zong Shen speak so bluntly, Evans already understood that today's matter probably wouldn't be resolved easily.
The original pursuit of romance had a role reversal.
Once priding himself as the hunter, he ultimately became the prey.
"Hands-on!"
"Roar!"
Evans no longer suppressed the Demon's Soul within him.
He let out an obviously non-human roar.
Then, forcefully dug his legs, first escaping the blade of the Dragon-Slaying Heavy Sword.
"Whoosh!"
But he couldn't evade Wenresa's arrow.
