The Wind Blade sliced through the flesh, leaving a great scar, blood and flesh flowing.
Xiao Zhenhai hurriedly retreated, took out a Pill and swallowed it, suppressing the injury within his body, his expression extremely grim.
His once smiling face, now bore a heavy layer of anger.
For nearly a century, he had hidden in the shadows, never finding himself in such peril.
Ever since he learned this top-notch inheritance, he could kill whoever he desired, never suffering such a great loss.
But unexpectedly today, he fell into a trap and stumbled hard.
A killing intent rose in Xiao Zhenhai's heart.
"Fine, you all are courting death!"
His eyes opened completely, a blood-red hue within, no longer restraining the killing intent, releasing all the Evil Qi cultivated so far, pushing the Blood Prison Pupil Skill to its peak.
Xiao Zhenhai's eyes transformed into abysses of sin.
Countless Cultivators he had slaughtered struggled and pleaded within them.
"This is bad!"
