Killing intent?
Everyone turned and looked along the precipice of the canyon. The horizon was covered densely with thunderclouds, as if a storm was about to arrive.
Zhou Xuanji narrowed his eyes and looked over. There seemed to be a figure sitting on a hill in the distance.
That person's hair was unbound, and his hands rested on his knees with his palms facing up. His black robe continuously billowed, and traces of demonic qi leaked out of him, making it seem as if there was an intense fire burning around his body.
Despite the thunder and lightning rampaging above him, he did not move.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance as he muttered, "Zhou Xuanji, you've finally come."
He was not in a hurry to get up and waited where he was.
"Demonic qi. This person is a demonic cultivator," Daoya Old Man said softly. Hearing this, Xu Yang and the others at the back felt quite nervous.
Demonic cultivator!
