“Hahaha… You’re quite bloodthirsty, little brother. Allow me to play with you.”0

A charming giggle escaped Blood Rakshasa’s lips, and countless blood streams abruptly burst out of Feng San, the blind Taoist, the sword-eating man, the Herald of Fortuity and the Harbinger of Doom’s body. They condensed into a blood cloud and wrapped around Ye Qing before he could react, pinning him in place.2

Not only that, his vigor was rampaging uncontrollably inside his body. The unnatural stirring made it incredibly difficult for him to gather any strength at all.0

“One word of advice, little brother… Shameless boasts that aren’t backed by strength cost a price.”0

Smiling, Blood Rakshasa slowly walked toward Ye Qing while playing with her hair.0

For those who were watching closely, they would notice that countless strands of blood were floating in the air. So thin that they were practically invisible, they were penetrating Ye Qing’s skin...4