Hiss!
Jiang Fan took a sharp breath.
Was this terrifyingly powerful middle-aged swordsman the extremely evil figure Yu Peiyuan mentioned?
He appeared right in front of him?
Yet, this man exuded righteousness, so why was he considered evil?
Despite his doubts, Jiang Fan chose to trust Yu Peiyuan and decisively drew his Purple Sword, stabbing towards the blood-colored beast's head.
The middle-aged swordsman, who had walked quite a distance, suddenly stopped.
He slowly turned around, once again fixing his gaze on Jiang Fan, and asked, "Young man, why do you have blood Qi on you?"
"Wait! There's also human clan's in it."
"Have you killed people? Why haven't you paid with your life?"
"A life for a life, that's natural justice! Why do you still live?"
"Killing is evil, and evil must be punished by righteousness."
"You are evil! You are wicked! You are intolerable by heaven and earth!"
The middle-aged swordsman roared in anger, appearing somewhat mad.
