Ruyan's beautiful face was taken by surprise when Qingyi arrived in front of her.
Her blood-red eyes quivered before being filled with a crazed glow.
A subtle cut appeared on her wrists, a thin trickle of blood flowing out of the wound and gathering in one of her hands, forming a blood saber.
"Do you know who I am? To dare speak such words to me, you must really be courting death!" She swung her saber, aiming for Qingyi's neck.
A metallic clang echoed as he parried with his left hand covered in the black dragon's scales, holding on tightly.
"Yes," he replied, his voice cold and calm as he brought his face close to hers, feeling her warm breath.
All the demonic cultivators Qingyi had met smelled rotten and disgusting, but Xue Ruyan wasn't like that.
Her breath was sweet and intoxicating, and her blood qi, pure.
"You are Xue Ruyan, hundredth child of the Demon Cult Leader." The moment those words entered the demonic beauty's ears, she froze.
