Sikou Yao turned her head to look at the blood-covered madman who stood before her. He was dressed in a black, embroidered robe, his shoulders draped in a cloak that was red on the inside and black on the outside. He appeared to be in his forties and, frankly, he was rather ugly; his face was fierce and scarred, his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red, and Dark Qi enveloped his entire body.
It was clear that this man had killed countless innocent lives; only such malevolence could leave this indelible mark of evil on him.
Even the Heavenly Dao would not tolerate such a man for long.
Killing him would save countless others.
His cultivation base was at the Fifth-stage, one step above the Nascent Soul Realm.
Compared to her, he was behind by three grand-stages, it was like looking for death!
A scornful smirk turned up the corner of Sikou Yao's mouth, "To have met me, your luck just ran out! Prepare to die!"
