Chianxu felt it first.
The air. It grew heavy.
No...
It felt like her lungs were being crushed from the inside.
Hueng Long's killing intent surged outward like a tidal wave. The corridor trembled. Cracks spidered along the polished floor beneath his feet. The lanterns hanging along the walls flickered violently.
Chianxu staggered back, her chest tightening. "M... Master… P... please stop…!" she forced out, clutching her throat. "Right now, we must focus on saving him!"
The killing intent thickened for a split second more.
Then....
It vanished.
Like a blade returning to its sheath, Hueng Long stood still, his face rigid, veins faintly visible along his temple.
The fury had not disappeared yet.
It had merely been restrained.
"Tell your father," Hueng said calmly, though his voice carried suppressed rage, "to gather all the elders. And summon the two Guardians."
Chianxu straightened immediately.
