A colossal evil deity's phantom loomed behind Xiahou Chun.
A pair of vast eyes, like two massive blood moons suspended in the sky.
Xiahou Chun himself appeared as if an evil deity, emerging from hell, his entire being emanating an unimaginably terrifying aura.
Everyone who glanced at him felt a chilling fear from the depths of their heart.
Xiahou Chun's blood-red eyes were fixed on Xu Nian, filled with endless killing intent.
He had been forced to take this step, all because of this young man before him.
He couldn't dispel the hatred in his heart today without killing this youth.
"You claimed you haven't cultivated any evil techniques, so what exactly are you using now?" Xu Nian sneered and asked.
