The marketplace of Blackstone still reeked of blood. The corpses of Xuan Zhi's and Fang Cheng's men lay cooling in the morning sun, their bodies sprawled like discarded rags across the cobblestones.
And Liam stood in the center of it, looking calm and composed, with Silverleaf in hand, while two titans of Blackstone glared at him with venom burning in their eyes.
Xuan Zhi's face twisted, disbelief etched across every line. His lips curled as he jabbed a trembling finger at Liam, his voice hoarse with rage, "You… what are you? No mortal could have done this! Tell me, boy — what sort of monster hides behind that face?"
Liam said nothing. His gaze slid coldly over the Xuan patriarch, unmoved by his fury.
Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed, his heavy brows drawn low. His voice cut sharply into the tense silence, "Tell me the truth. Are you of the demon race? Is that why you came to Blackstone? To toy with us?"
