Muni licked his own teeth, his feverish gaze sweeping back and forth over Li Yan's body, sending shivers down one's spine without the need for cold.
The world in Li Yan's eyes had become a simple brush painting, the view when activating Qilian Swordsmanship. In front of him was not a burly man in a raincoat, but a messy clump of blackness. Aside from a gaping mouth full of sharp teeth, nothing else was clear.
Suddenly, the messy blackness charged toward him.
Hiss~
Muni once again retreated, a faint scraping sound between his heel and the earth.
His face was filled with disbelief. The feast was right before his mouth, yet every time he stretched forward to relish it, he would envision his own head severed from his body.
Li Yan's palms and back were soaked with cold sweat, his expression still stern. He even showed Muni a disdainful smile before slowly closing his eyes. Qilian Swordsmanship didn't require the use of eyes anyway; it was all posture.
Gulp~
