"Get lost!"
A voice cold as a blade rang out. Following the source, Chu Ming looked up, his gaze falling directly on a young man in blood clothes. The young man's face was sallow, looking malnourished, with a green bean-sized black mole on his cheek.
His eyes were closed, yet it seemed as if countless blades were sweeping through. The whistling sound gradually grew louder; if Chu Ming was right, this was the legendary "Unity of Man and Blade" realm.
The young man in blood clothes had a blood blade at his waist. Blood light flowed around him, and his body emanated intense evil qi. With each step he took, the surrounding martial artists retreated a few paces.
"It's the Blood Eagle! I didn't expect to encounter him here, truly unlucky!"
"Quiet down, if Blood Eagle hears you, do you want to die?"
"Move quickly, Blood Eagle never reasons when he kills. If he gets in the mood, none of us will escape."
