"Not good."
The stocky cultivator's face paled.
He wanted to resist, but it was already too late.
That Reaper-like gaze seemed to possess terrifying magic. Once one was tainted by it, it was impossible to break free.
In an instant, the stocky cultivator's vision went black, and he fell headfirst.
"Useless trash."
Xie Yanluo kicked the stocky cultivator off the arena, his face full of contempt. "If not for the restrictions of the rules, a piece of trash like you would have been killed by me countless times already."
As his voice fell, Xie Yanluo suddenly looked toward Li Yun.
Within his gaze, that dark and bizarre light radiated once more, staring at Li Yun like the eyes of the Grim Reaper.
"Hm?"
Li Yun sensed it immediately.
Others might not have been able to feel it, but with his soul strength, he naturally discovered that when Xie Yanluo looked over, strands of bizarre dim qi invisible to the naked eye were extending toward his pupils.
