"I'm here to cause trouble for you now. Think you can fight back?"
The cold, arrogant voice was extremely grating, giving the illusion of clashing metal.
Hong Yu's heart tightened. The man's voice carried powerful fluctuations of aura, and a bloody scent assaulted his nostrils the moment he appeared.
It was a familiar feeling, one he had sensed from Qi Tian of the Blood Demon Palace.
'Someone from the Blood Demon Palace?'
Hong Yu grew vigilant and looked toward the newcomer.
It was a young man dressed in a black Martial Artist's uniform embroidered with swirling blood-red clouds.
His features bore some resemblance to Qi Tian's, with cold eyes and brows, and a high-bridged nose like a hawk's beak. A sharp, blade-like glint flickered in his eyes, like the piercing gaze of a Falcon.
The energy fluctuations emanating from him were particularly astonishing.
Droplets of bloody light swirled around his body, seemingly able to invisibly influence the flow of air in the world.
