Blood mist like clouds, Blood Qi like water.
This world was shrouded in a blood-red hue.
In a single move, killing a Venerable, devouring the venerable soul; this was akin to Evil Cultivation's methods, making all the cultivators present utterly shocked.
A group of powerful cultivators from the Sword Emperor Sect felt chills all over, gasping in disbelief.
"Zhou Yan, you are rebellious, dare to provoke the War Soul Hall, you will not die well!"
A Supreme Heavenly Venerate with eyes like fire, shouted angrily, close to tearing up.
Zhou Yan swung a sword backhanded, with a "pfft" sound, instantly splitting this cultivator into two, blood and intestines spilling everywhere.
"Not die well? I shall grant you that!"
Zhou Yan's voice was ominous, an indescribable coldness that made one feel like falling into an icy cavern.
