However, the aura radiating from him was incredibly powerful. Tens of millions of blood-red, thread-like strands of Demonic Qi swirled around his body, so dense they were almost tangible. A sinful, bloody light coiled about him, making it impossible to imagine just how many living beings he had slaughtered.
"Blood Burial Duke."
A terrifying killing intent flashed in Yao Guang's eyes.
"Is he that Duke from the Blood Race?" Lu Mingyuan asked.
"The very same."
Yao Guang's hand, resting on his sword, twitched with eagerness, almost unable to restrain itself as he nodded.
Lu Mingyuan looked toward the Blood Burial Duke.
The man seemed to have long anticipated his arrival.
Lu Mingyuan's eyes narrowed. "Did you deliberately lure me to Celestial Water City?"
