Once again, Lu Li took out the Slayer's blood. He observed for a moment. The visual that came to his mind was something he hadn't seen for quite a while now. The sunset glow was as red as blood. A young man with white hair was faced with crowds of demons and fiends swarming toward him.
The Slayer walked toward them with a saber in his hand, slowly. Every time he swung his saber, he could kill several demons. His moves were graceful, elegant and casual as if he was just waving mosquitoes away.
Every time he swung his saber, Xuan Qi in heaven and earth would gather and bear down on the demons, rendering them still. The demons could do nothing when they saw the saber coming at them and cutting them in half.
