"That kid stole the Young Master's thunder." A voice suddenly spoke next to Li Qiye's ear. At some point, a dark-skinned youth had appeared beside him. One glance was all it took for Li Qiye to identify him as Sikong Toutian.
"What's the big deal about the spotlight?" Li Qiye said with an unconcerned smile. "If someone likes it, they can have it. I, on the other hand, prefer killing." He licked his lips as he finished.
At this, Sikong Toutian instinctively shivered. He had weathered many storms and had even infiltrated the Ancestral Lands of Great Teaching Territories. Very few things could truly frighten him. But when Li Qiye licked his lips, a chill ran down his spine. In that instant, he had a vision of rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. Li Qiye was like a bloodthirsty Demon, gazing upon the carnage and licking his lips as if he still hadn't had his fill. The sight made Sikong Toutian's blood run cold; he could almost smell the stench of blood in the air.
