Wang Xiao stood in the courtyard, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the approaching monk, whose mouth was still stained with flesh and blood.
He had spent years in meditation and Cultivation, refining his body and spirit. It had been a long time since he'd smelled such a pungent stench of blood.
The smell wafted over from a distance, almost making him gag.
'Eating human flesh, drinking human blood... This monk is a Demon Cultivator?!'
Wang Xiao sized up the monk in the distance, who wore robes that left his chest exposed.
If not for his blood-and-gore-smeared mouth,
he looked no different from an ordinary person.
The only exception was his crimson eyes, which glinted with a bloodthirsty light.
It was as if he were devoid of all humanity.
Wang Xiao was genuinely curious about the origin of these Demon Cultivators.
A Meteor had fallen from the sky, and any Martial Artist contaminated by it would lose their sanity and transform into a demon.
