The autumn rain in Kyoto is always desolate, with a fine drizzle that seems like a misty rain in Jiangnan, so enchanting and beautiful, yet it carries strands of murderous intent.
These murderous intents are well concealed, ordinary people would not take notice, and even some cultivators might consider them insignificant.
But in the end, when the raindrops touch their bodies, they will feel a soul-piercing sensation.
Silence...
The rain keeps falling, and the entire area outside Mount Xianglu is peaceful.
People stare wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded, their previous confidence and calculated plans have all turned into a joke, and indeed, the biggest joke of all.
"Damned Demon Head, I will surely kill you!"
Guan Yuanshan was originally planning to rush to his daughter to protect her, but when he heard these words, his steps halted instantly, and his face turned particularly ugly, ashen to the extreme.
